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Love chooses the people and things we name first. In these poems, Trina Gaynon attempts the more difficult task of seeking names for the new and unexplored. In the process she claims the roles of first-time home buyer, resident in the troubled town of Richmond, second language tutor, writer, and church member before she comes to love them. She attempts to make “The Bay Area” an honest answer to the question, “Where are you from?”
 
She currently lives in a suburb dropped on top of a marsh near Portland, Oregon, which she shares with her husband, a wealth of birds, an occasional snake, and a growing population of beavers. She leads groups of writers  and poetry readers at the Senior Studies Institute.
 
https://www.fernwoodpress.com/2024/07/18/quince-rose-grace-of-god/
Pull up a chair. Enjoy a little poetry.

Some days I believe that every poem I write is in defiance of the silences that Tillie Olsen explored. Some days I am filled with the ego Richard Hugo described as "the next thing you put down belongs not for reasons of logic, good sense, or narrative development, but because you put it there."

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