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      May 27, 2015Five SenryūTimothy Liu

      Blind Date
       
      Scrabble tiles spilled
      across the bedroom floor—
       
      no one keeping score.

       

       

       

      During One of Mahler’s Endless Adagios
       
      The crinkled crackling
      of a lozenge being unwrapped
       
      followed by a yawn—

       

       

       

      The Honeymoon
       
      My body is not
      Afghanistan so perhaps
       
      it’s time you pull out.

       

       

       

      Occupied
       
      when he unzipped
      to display his sizable
       
      stimulus package—

       

       

       

      Spring Is Here
       
      With cherry blossoms
      swirling again around us—
       
      stop talking so much!

      from #47 - Spring 2015

      Timothy Liu

      “As a fan of short syllabic poems, I’ve been writing haiku (5–7–5) and tanka (5–7–5–7–7) for decades and keep them in a special file. I almost never send to haiku journals because they don’t publish the sorts of things I like to read. As for American letters, I think there’s a distrust of poems of such brevity (unless they’re translations of Basho!), so I mostly keep these little gem-like forms to my lonesome.”