Chen-ou Liu, CA






The Secret Code


“We all held our breath, waiting for the electronic current to pass from one hemisphere of the cat's brain to the other…" The words explode out of his mouth.

"Please slow down, I can't keep up with you."

"My friend, you have the brain of a poet; it works too slowly. In short, we were successful. We heard the brain pulse loud and clear.”

long way home…
humming Yellow Submarine
to myself



A Story about Life


He holds the baby tightly outside a Starbucks window. Inside the cafe, she leans toward the man in Armani, whispering in his ear. Two cups of coffee untouched.

her silence . . .
the bare maple holding
a hazy moon



Loving the Collective, Loving to work


Strolling past Jianguo Road, Beijing, I see row upon row of workers in red uniforms doing their company cheer:

Give me a W! Give me an A! Give me an L! Give me a squiggly!
Give me an M! Give me an A! Give me an R! Give me a T!...

When working in state-run department stores, Chinese workers used to look like stern-faced mandarins, keeping a watchful eye on goods. They now sing company songs together, persuade all the passers-by to go into the store, and most importantly, answer picky customers’ questions with big smiles.

Red Guards, Red Guards…
anything new
under the rising sun

(Note: The title and the opening line of the haiku come from the lyrics of We Are Chairman Mao's Red Guards)









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