PurdyFest #5 event & photos

I am glad to receive Chris’ email: Your presentation at the symposium was professional and entertaining – two things which don’t always go together in a somewhat academic format….

I was glad to be invited to do more poetry presentation next time.

Tai asked me if I could do one about Cuba poets for his group in Oct.
I am glad to meet new friends and I made the great chicken wings…. (the best ever^ ^)

Slide Show from Anna's Poetry Alive for Raymond Souster

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August 1, 2011August 26, 2011

I am glad to do a poetry presentation at the PurdyFest event and camped at ZenRiver Gardens. My family enjoyed the visiting and had a good time.
I wrote this poem as a tribute to the host Chris Fairers and other poets (Jim, John & Hans), also my son Jason…and the dog Chase) ^ ^ I also chose some nice photos for ZenRiver Gardens to match the poem in Haiku Seqence.

Here is the poem: Visiting ZenRiver Gardens: Poem & Photo

(I am glad this was accepted to be published in Sep/Oct 2011 Umbrella)

July 28, 2011February 24, 2012

About the reward from writing itself

One cannot be a good writer if he/she doesn’t get any reward from writing itself. In reality, many of us struggle with the meaning of writing.

One wise man told me: the reward from writing is writing itself. I agree with him. Most of all, I see that writing builds a path to connect an inner world and the universe.

I started writing in 2004 and was shocked to find I was so lonely and sad. But soon, through writing, I discovered I was still like a girl with a pure and beautiful mind. That was the great reward for me, I started to build confidence and hope again. here is one of my early poem: There Must Been Something. On that journey I have met other lonely souls and watched them give up after struggled with finding the meaning of writing. The second year, a pen friend told me to give up poetry and he saw no hope there. I didn’t. I guess most people admired me for the strength I showed in keeping on writing. It was not easy. I once was going to give up. But I felt so much pain like losing a baby. A week later, I wrote the poem: Farewell to Sunflowers. After that, I knew I could not give up…and I never try to quit again…

What I see now is that writing is a mirror, reflecting both here and there, a journey to myself and to you. When reality builds walls, writing builds paths.