Chen-ou Liu Poems

Good Friday night…
a teenage girl in red
lies motionless
on the sidewalk
...

3 am
I wake to a thump
in the attic
where ghosts of the past
...

her last question
'how can you make a life
out of mere words'
reverberates in the dark…
...

attic window -
a few moonlit shadows
come and go
...

moonlit branches...
glazed with autumn rain
droplets of me
...

leap second -
my shadow becomes
longer
...

bullfrog chorus...
I practice saying
I love you
...

one cherry petal
falling upon another...
a new ‘old dream'
...

crowded
in my whisky glass
autumn stars
...