Special Feature: "American Carnage" on the Eve of the Senate Impeachment Trial

                               This American carnage stops right here and stops right now. -- Donald Trump, Inauguration Day, 2017

My Dear Friends:

On the eve of the Senate impeachment trial of the "Inciter-In-Chief" (David Remnick, The New Yorker, Jan. 9), I'm pleased to share this good news with all of you: 

American Carnage: The Rise and Fall of the Reality Show Presidency, a collection of Japanese short form poetry about four years of life in TrumpLand, Coming Soon!

Here are the poems selected from my upcoming book for your reading pleasure: 

Go Trump graffiti

a stray dog

marking his spot

NeverEnding Story, January 23, 2017

bumpertobumperstrongertogether

Failed Haiku, 2:13, January 2017

Trump victory

the sky bursting

with crows

Failed Haiku, 1:12, December 2016

bald eagle's cry

cut off

Inauguration Day

NeverEnding Story, January 20, 2017

Not My President

In my dream, after the explosion of his twitter bomb, the fireball rises rapidly like a hot-air balloon into the sky, forms a mushroom cloud, and later the first black rain falls ...

on the sidewalk

outside Trump Tower

I p-i-s-s

and feel in my bones

old man winter

Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

A Stranger in a Land of Strangers

a bitter wind

after the inauguration

the white fence

between my neighbor and me

three feet higher

I peep through gaps in the fence

and see ... what do I see?

A dream house made up of words

and a neon sign on its roof,

flashing "Americans First."

I can't live in this promised land anymore.

The land is polluted by drunken words.

And the milk is sour, the honey tasteless.

Haibun Today, 11:2, June 2017

                                                                              to be continued ...

Happy Reading

Chen-ou