When You Lose Old Friends, Interventions at the Zoo with Snow Leopards, and Contemplating Changes in a Supermoon
- At November 17, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Interventions at the Zoo with Snow Leopards
Earlier in this week, before the Woodland Park Zoo had a bird flu scare (stay safe, zoo animals and keepers!), Glenn took me for a brief trip to the zoo to see the new baby snow leopards. Some of the holiday lanterns were already up, plus we saw chirping otters. Yes, I had to be in a wheelchair for the trip—MS still acting up—but hopefully I’ll be back to walking soon.
It was hard to be sad or angry while watching snow leopard cubs do their snow leopard thing. Also, I hope that people will remember to save the cute snow leopard cubs, and therefore the environment. I can hope!
But here’s my sad news of the week. My college roommate, Tara Polek, who helped get me through Organic Chem and went to UC basketball games with me, who moved from Ohio to Seattle just like I did, who was the smartest, kindest children’s cancer researcher ever, passed away.
I feel like this is where I should have poetic thoughts, but I’m still mostly in sad mode. Tara had two young children and a husband, and I never heard she was even sick. In college, she was the friend who, when I caught pneumonia and the girl across the hall had to be airlifted to the hospital with even worse pneumonia, never even got a sniffle. She ran—for fun—ever since I knew her. She spent her entire life doing cancer research. I wish I had told her how much her 30-year friendship meant to me while I still had the chance.
This is a picture of us (with another dorm mate) on the way to a basketball game my freshman year of college. Anyway, I notice that my friends tend to be smarter, better people than I am, and, inevitably, taller than me. This makes it harder when you lose them. So, make sure that you tell your friends, no matter what else is going on, how much you appreciate, how you think of them as bright lights. Because you don’t know how long you’ll have them.
Contemplating Change in a Frost Supermoon
One thing that the death of a good friend will do is make you reconsider your life and where you are in it. At 51, I have spent too much time in the last decade in doctor’s offices, not enough having adventures, traveling, seeing the world. The world seems to have shrunk, especially since the pandemic, and now, with the election, it seems more dangerous than ever to just elect the status quo.
So, I signup up for an online class called She Hits Refresh, about women over thirty moving out of the US, and I’m researching grad schools, cities, visas, vacation time, disability, and medication rules. It’s been my dream for a long time to live in France, and besides that, visit England and Ireland.
On top of that, I’m sending my next manuscript out to new publishers. I’ve got be braver with my art, and my personal life. I feel like I’ve seen my life shrink and I don’t want that to define the rest of my life, or my writing. I don’t want to live in fear.
On that note, wishing you warmth and bravery as we near the holidays. Stay strong, stay sane.
Doing Terrible? Me too! Setbacks in Physical and Mental Health, How to Move Forward (with Typewriters and Poems)
- At November 11, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Hello My Friends! Doing Well? Me Neither.
You may have noticed I didn’t post last week, and almost didn’t past today. My MS has been acting up with some pretty severe symptoms, and since the election, I’ve also been dealing with depression and anger. This is on top of a pretty bad career setback I’m still reeling from, money issues, the root canal I still haven’t found a person to do for me.
I postponed needed updates to the house because my MS is too bad for me to even have people around. I’m looking at ways to move forward – finding maybe a new path.
How to Move Forward
So, how to move forward after setbacks in your personal, professional life, your health, your spirit, your feelings towards your country?
Good question. I read some philosophy, including Voltaire, who contended that people were too stupid and too self-interested for a democracy to work (he may have been right?) I tried to reconnect to my spiritual side. I thought about paths I might like to try – maybe a graduate degree in another country, focused on something totally impractical that I’ve wanted to do for a long time, like folklore studies. I looked at requirements for moving to countries like Ireland and France. I tried self-care – sleeping, breathing exercises, etc. I am still, to be honest, struggling. I wake up in the cold dark, and the sun (if there is any) disappears at four PM. I try to avoid any news. I deleted Twitter, cancelled my newspaper subscription. Sold a bunch of clothes and getting rid of a bunch of old furniture. I checked in with some family and friends. Maybe moving forward will take some work and some time.
Still a Writer
The only thing I know for sure is I am still a writer, so I will write and submit and keep trying to encourage people to read, and specifically read short stories and poetry. I’m supposed to do a class visit soon. Right before the election, the site Poetry Out Loud posted my poem, “Spellcaster,” which is from my latest manuscript which I am now looking for a publisher for.
Here is a sneak peek.
I wish you better news and a better week ahead.
Happy Halloween! A Rough Week, Election Sunday Scaries, When You Feel Like an Outsider (and How to Deal with Professional Setbacks)
- At October 28, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Happy Halloween Week!
Yes, it’s almost Halloween, the day of the thinning of the veil between the natural and unnatural worlds, that celebration of ghosts, candy, and pumpkins. What I love about Halloween is the nature of the neighborliness of it, the sweetness of kids in costumes and handing out candy (without asking about your neighbor’s country of origin or voting record or anything else). Glenn loves Halloween and often decorates our house to a degree that I never really saw growing up.
It’s also almost November 5th, which seems much scarier this year than mere ghosts and goblins. Having already voted early (thanks, Washington State), we are watching the polls in other states in a definite state of anxiety.
A Rough Week
So, this was a tough week, beyond the election day anxieties. My MS symptoms ALL raised their ugly heads after an infusion last week that didn’t go well, and I also had a personal and professional setback that, well, knocked me back a bit. I had some days where I felt—despair. Chronic illness, professional setbacks, and wondering if your country is actually so fascist that they’re going to vote for a fascist a la Germany in the thirties (not to mention a racist, rapist, felon who’s also deeply stupid) can be a lot, even for the most resilient among us. And this week I didn’t feel resilient. I felt sick, I felt crippled (I’m disabled, but some days I don’t feel it as much), and I felt like a failure. I felt despair. I wondered if I needed to make some big changes, one of which would be to quit trying to be a writer, another of which would be moving countries, to Ireland or France (both of which have pretty good policies towards disabled people and both of which we have family ties in, but could both be as susceptible to fascism as we are?) I thought about applying to a PhD program in another country and not in English, Biology or Creative Writing (my previous three degrees). I am looking at starting over again in some really tough things. I have a lot of friends recently who have had worse crises than mine—terrible accidents, cancer, death of loved ones, and divorce. I wish I could do more. I am so emotionally exhausted I don’t even know how to support these friends; I know I’m not as energetic as normal right now, and I make allowances for that (some of that is the MS, I know). If you read this blog regularly you know I’m not a great faker in terms of pretending things are fine when they’re not. And right now, for several reasons, they’re not.
Feeling Like an Outsider and Dealing with Professional Setbacks
On top of the professional blow that left me reeling, this week I was reading my new copy of Poets & Writers and there was an article, written by a friend of mine, that quoted exclusively people I would also consider friends. Is it possible to feel like an insider AND an outsider at the exact same time? Or that, given the number of years you’ve been working in your field, that you should be doing…better than you are? I am surely not unique in this feeling, but I just felt it more acute than usual after reading this article.
One way of dealing with professional setbacks is to simply say that you’re better off without that press, or editor, or job, or agent, or whatever, and look to the next thing. I’ve never been laid off or fired from a job, but I sure do feel “fired” from the job of poet these days. I’m trying to get up the energy to pick myself up, dust myself off, and get back into it, but I’m also thinking, maybe it’s time to stop? Maybe it’s a sign? I’ve struggled with this thought many times since I started writing as a kid. In fact, I did give up creative writing for at least a dozen years or more. Turning 51 last April, I did think to myself that wow, am I STILL trying to get published in X journal, or get any professional recognition at all in terms of grants, awards, prizes, good review venues? Am I still trying to find the right publisher, the one who really believes in my work? After all the years of volunteering and AWPs and writing and submitting and getting degrees and even teaching for four years in an MFA program? What am I doing? Why do I feel like I need a mentor more than I ever have at my age? I do not expect you, dear readers, to have the answers to these questions. Just know that I’m struggling. I am visiting pumpkin farms, and eating kettle corn, and watching horror comedies, trying to keep up morale. But sometimes it’s just…hard. It’s maybe harder than it seems.
On a Somewhat Brighter Note…
Thanks to everyone who signed up for my Zoom class on Sunday with Kelli Russell Agodon! Despite feeling a little under the weather, the “Thinning Veil” class went great (despite a thunderstorm threatening power and internet – but very spooky!) and was super fun! I’m glad I had something to look forward to during this difficult week.
I’ll leave you with a spooky-ish poem from Flare, Corona, first published by Seattle Review of Books, “This is the Darkest Timeline:”
A Trip to Skagit Valley, Surviving Infusions during Supermoons, Last Days to Sign Up for Spooky Season Poetry Class, and Voting
- At October 21, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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A Trip to Skagit Valley in October
Knowing I had a tough week in front of me, we decided to take a spontaneous trip to Skagit Valley on one of the sunnier days before my infusion date. We stopped by RoozenGaarde and admired their dahlias and bought tulip and daffodil bulbs to plant for next spring. While we were there, a woman recommended a local pumpkin farm called Gordon Skagit Farms. We then stumbled upon it as it was really close, but it was only fifteen minutes to close. We got coffee and pumpkins and kettle corn for the drive home, but it was incredible to be there at sunset, all these gorgeous farm settings (their logo is a fox!) and kids taking picturesque shots with tractors. If you’re in the area, check out Gordon Skagit Farms—it is gorgeous and huge. How had we missed it on all our other trips to the area in the fall? No idea!
Surviving Infusions During Supermoons
The day I was supposed to get my infusion was also the day of the Hunter’s moon Supermoon, which was pretty spectacular. The infusion experience? Not so much. The infusion center had NO saline bags—the shortage is real, people—and my doctor had forgotten to order ANY of my pre-medications (last time I had four). It lasted longer than my last one and I was in a public room instead of a one-person room, too, so no television or audiobooks (didn’t want to be rude to the other people in the room, but it makes four and a half hours with a painful needle in a vein seem much longer). I had side effects—headache, itchiness, muscle cramps—and was pretty wiped out for two days. I hope this was worth it! My immune system doesn’t really “do” vaccines properly, so these antibody infusions are important to keep me out of the hospital with more serious disease, but they really aren’t fun. But right before the infusion, I walked out into my garden, and I saw the first butterfly of the season: a Red Admiral. Seemed, along with the Supermoon, to be a good omen.
Today was the first day I was able to get out and about, and it was crazy windy. We visited our local pumpkin farm, JB Family Growers. I voted too! If you have election anxiety, you’re not the only one. The only way this vote is close is because people would rather vote for a deranged, hate-filled criminal than vote for a woman, because this country has a LOT of deep-seated misogyny. “I just don’t like her voice” I’ve heard people say—which is a terrific reason to not vote for someone, right? I mean, who cares about women’s rights or health care or the Ukraine—against “a candidate’s voice is annoying (and by that, they mean female.)” Anyway, I hope you get out and vote because every vote is going to count this election. I am going to hope for the best. In Washington State, we also had Senator and Governor votes, as well as some important initiatives, so it seemed like a good one to vote early on.
After we went to the pumpkin farm, a squall blew up, but afterwards there was a beautiful double rainbow. And it was nice to get some fresh air (even if it did come with 40 mph wind gusts!)
This might be your last chance to sign up for Kelli and my Spooky Season Poetry Zoom class!
Spend Sylvia Plath’s birthday writing new poems! Just in time for Spooky Season, a poetry class exploring how the natural world intersects with the supernatural with poets Kelli Russell Agodon and Jeannine Hall Gailey. Kelli and Jeannine will discuss their fascination with the natural and supernatural worlds, sharing poems by Plath and others that blur the lines between the familiar and the unknown. Together, we’ll harness this energy in our own writing, drawing inspiration from the unknown and the uncanny. This two-hour Zoom class will end with a Q&A for a deeper dive into this hauntingly beautiful topic. Join us to stir your imagination and leave with fresh drafts of new poems!
Cost: $119 (scholarships and tuition assistance available)
There are only a few spots left, so don’t miss out! 🦇👻🎃
Spooky Season Zoom Class with Kelli Russell Agodon, Sunflower Festivals and Local Pumpkin Farms, An Elgin Award for Flare, Corona, and Turning in a New Book
- At October 14, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Spooky Season is Here! Sign Up for Our “Thinning Veil” Zoom Class!
Are you in the mood to write some spooky poems? Sign up for our class on “Writing Poems Where the Natural World Meets the Supernatural,” with me and Kelli Russell Agodon! October 27th from 4 PM to 6:30 Pm Pacific.
Here’s the class description and a registration link:
The Thinning Veil: Writing Poems About Where the Natural and Supernatural Worlds Meet
Spend Sylvia Plath’s birthday writing new poems! Just in time for Spooky Season, a poetry class exploring how the natural world intersects with the supernatural with poets Kelli Russell Agodon and Jeannine Hall Gailey. Kelli and Jeannine will discuss their fascination with the natural and supernatural worlds, sharing poems by Plath and others that blur the lines between the familiar and the unknown. Together, we’ll harness this energy in our own writing, drawing inspiration from the unknown and the uncanny. This two-hour Zoom class will end with a Q&A for a deeper dive into this hauntingly beautiful topic. Join us to to stir your imagination and leave with fresh drafts of new poems!
Cost: $119 Scholarships and tuition assistance available.
Sunflower Festivals and Local Pumpkin Farms, Manic Energy and Reading
We’ve been very lucky with our October this year, with many days in the sixties with sunshine. JB Growers held a sunflower festival during one of these sunny days, and we arrived just as a hot air balloon went up over the sunflower fields. I mean, picture-perfect! So there are a few pictures of Glenn and I goofing around at the festival at the JB Growers Pumpkin Farm and Puzzle Patch.
I know that there are not a lot of warm sunny days left in this season, which lends these days a kind of manic energy, jumping out of bed too early and going to bed way too late. Plus, a comet and auroras—it’s a weird time for solar weather! If your energy feels unsettled, maybe that’s part of it. I’m calming myself down with reading Ina Garten’s memoir, Be Ready When the Luck Happens (which has great book PR tips in it, surprisingly) and re-reading Karen Russell’s St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves (for my book club). Also, I submitted the manuscript for my next book! That should help. I usually write (and submit) much better when I get finished with one book and can start a new project. Are you this way too?
An Elgin Prize Nod for Flare, Corona
Very honored that Flare, Corona won third prize in the SFPA’s 2024 Elgin Award for full-length collections. Congrats to all the winners! My previous book, Field Guide to the End of the World, won first prize, so I have to say they’ve been very supportive of my work.
This little piece of good news was so encouraging. Every little review, award, mention, and sale for a poetry book matters. So thank you to the SFPA voters. And thank you to everyone who has bought a copy of Flare, Corona, read it, reviewed it anywhere, said something nice about it to a stranger, etc.
When You Turn In Your Next Book…
When the editor of BOA Editions Ltd. called me and told me they wanted to publish Flare, Corona, I was so happy. BOA is a dream press for me. So turning in my next book manuscript has been a little fraught. You want the book to be perfect, to live up to expectations, to be funny and moving and exciting. I have been working on the manuscript for years, but I never felt it was close enough to be “done” before this.
The phenomenon that accompanies this is like…oh no! I should have done x, y and z to it too! But there is such a thing as over-editing a book before you get some feedback from your editor. (Yes, I have had poet friends read it over, which is an important step too.) And just like the hot air balloon over a field of sunflowers, you feel a little lighter once you turn in your book. Like, you can now start a new project. Do I know exactly what the new project is yet? No. But I’ll keep writing poems, and eventually, a picture or story will emerge, and it will become the next book. Which is to say—this is all an exercise in hope. Hope that BOA likes my next book; hope that I will continue to write new poems; hope that there is an audience out there for my work. Not just hope, but maybe an exercise in faith.
I hope that as fall continues, you will stay safe, write and read wonderful work, and take care of yourselves. There is a LOT of bad news out there right now—wars, the election, hurricanes and their aftermaths, plus the regular ups and downs of life. What can we do in the face of all that? Yes, we can donate to charities, spend time on the most important causes volunteering, and doing what we can to make the world a better place. We are not completely powerless, though it may feel that way sometimes. (And of course, please register and vote, vote, vote, because even if it doesn’t feel like we make a difference, we can.) I believe in the value of art, of creativity, of kindness. I’m worried, too—about friends and family struggling with health issues, and I’m supposed to spend four hours on Thursday getting an un-fun infusion at the hospital downtown (so think good thoughts for me if you can spare them). But I hope that we can find enough beauty and joy to battle our anxiety, anger, fear, and grief. Wishing you all a week ahead filled not just with worry, but with hope.