One story, told in many ways.
One ordinary thing, held close to the heart.
One poem, with room left for silence.
I write stories that explore the human heart.
I turn emotions into art.
My poetry carries no melancholy - only freedom.
Through objects, I write of life.
Through landscapes, I see people.
Through people, I see what it means to be alive.
Dian Xiwei
A writer rediscovering the dreams she once set aside in the second half of life.
At forty-eight, I decided to begin writing again.
Here, I write about life, time, choices, and the dreams we once thought it was too late to pursue.
