Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Thursday, September 21, 2017

White House Leaks!

Any resemblance to current events or actual locales, or to living persons, is not coincidental.

in the bush
faking it

Failed Haiku, 2:20, August 2017

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Friday, September 15, 2017

Selected Haibun: Passion

for Billy Collins

half a haiku
the morning
already ancient

I wake from my nap screaming. In the dream, my half-naked poem is nailed to the cross, surrounded by a cheering crowd. A critic begins beating it with a hose, trying to torture a confession of its meaning from it. My poem cries out in anguish.

midnight moon
the only thing moving
my right hand

A Hundred Gourds, 2:2, March 2013

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Monday, September 11, 2017

Selected Tanka: Birthday Night Tanka

birthday night ...
lying in bed with my dog
on one side
            autumn moonlight
            on the other

Ribbons, 8:3, Winter 2013

Selected Haiku:: Tojinbo Cliffs Haiku

Tojinbo Cliffs
I leave
my shadow behind

Wednesday Haiku, April 3, 2013

Note: Below is excerpted from the Wikipedia entry, Tōjinbō: Tōjinbō is also a well-known place in Japan to commit suicide. According to statistics, as many as 25 people commit suicide by jumping off the 70-foot-high cliffs annually, a number which has risen and fallen with Japan's national economic hardships and unemployment rates.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Selected Tanka: Border Crossing Tanka

raining nights
in bloody 1846 ...
a Mexican yells out

we didn’t cross the border
the border crossed us

Ribbons, 8:3, Winter 2013

Saturday, September 9, 2017

My Best Friend

I have only two photos of him, and I put them in the bottom drawer of the Boulder Creek desk, his generous gift for my first award-winning poem. One is his prom night photo with a yellowing hue. It shows a late teen who looks like a grown up, clean-shaven and assertive (his father’s favorite expression). The other is one of the last photos we took together. It has burnt edges and shows a middle-aged man with patches of grey hair, disheveled and confused.

after the fire
he struggled with ghosts
in the dark
this tug-of-war now ends
with a silver bullet

Haibun Today, 11:2, September 2017

Friday, September 8, 2017

Our world gets smaller

on the night of the U.S. Supreme Court's travel ban ruling

the tip
of his pointing finger --
crescent moon

Haibun Today, 11:2, September 2017

Selected Haiku: Lunar New Year Haiku

Lunar New Year
I become a Chinese
once again

Chinese Translation


Ardea, 3, 2013