For Tillie Olsen Don’t turn from the blank page to unpruned roses with their late season buds. Don’t lay down the pencil to uproot dandelions and clover from the lawn. Don’t let your mind become as moldy as the oranges — fallen and split in the grass. Don’t let your voice grow rusty from disuse. Don’t keep waiting for the fickle muse to whisper magic words of dictation. The roses cry loudest in this place of short winters and short rest.
Trina Gaynon volunteers with WriteGirl, an organization in Los Angeles which provides workshops and mentors for young women in high school who are interested in writing. She also works with an adult literacy program. Recently, her poems have appeared in Natural Bridge, Cloudbank, Midwest Literary Review, and the anthology Knocking at the Door.