Anna Yin is one of the bravest poets I have read. The reason I say that is because she dares to straddle the line between two languages, two very different cultures and strives to find an acceptable service to both. She learns as she works and surprisingly she has achieved success, translating poetry and writing poems with a unique mix of the oriental and occidental. She works through the real events of life in a Western Canadian city using a quiet meditative style." life there/has no trace of a spring;/I bring it back /and water it with my heart," I often find bits of poetry in her writing that are like small Chinese miniatures, bits of meditation where her mind makes lovely images around the commonplace. "I halt and listen--/to each thin leaf/and falling dewdrops." These pieces contribute a soft freshness to the sarcasm of many Canadian and American poets. --- Don Schaeffer

Anna Yin's delicate, sensitive and haunting poetry will sweep you off your feet, carry you to exciting, exotic places and land you right in your own backyard. From her carefully crafted Haiku, to her sorrowful, melodic, sweet verses, you will not be able to put this chapbook down, nor will you be able to read these beautiful poems only once. You will want to read them over and over again. ---------I.B. Iskov, Founder, The Ontario Poetry Society and Poetry Editor