All About You: Review of Sky Burial, Interview with Rachel Zucker, and Other News
This morning my review of Dana Levin’s Sky Burial went up on The Rumpus. Check it out! Dana Levin is one of my favorite poets, and this fierce new book is definitely worth a read. Then buy her other books, Wedding Day and In the Surgical Theatre.
Victoria Chang interviews another one of my favorite poets, Rachel Zucker, on her blog. Thanks Victoria!
C. Dale Young had two poems up on Poetry Daily. You know, C. Dale’s poems always surprise me with their spirituality. He makes me remember my own spiritual side, which I don’t address very often in writing.
Oliver de la Paz has an interview up on the Ploughshares Blog.
And yet another favorite poet, Matthea Harvey, won a big old award.
Ever wonder what the Vida count would look like for sci fi? Wonder no more.
Kelli’s kicking off another grand poetry giveaway!
Today is a celebration of you guys and all your hard work!
Japan, nuclear disaster, donations, and Marie Howe
I’m sorry to say that the situation in Japan has not gotten better in the last few days. I spent the last couple of years researching the effects of radioactive contamination in my childhood hometown of Oak Ridge, Tennessee, for my third MS, “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter.” The kinds of things – cesium in the body, radioactivity in the food chain – deer, wasps, swallows, increased risks of thyroid cancer and leukemia – that I found make me even more dismayed when I read about the problems with the nuclear reactors in Japan. Exposed rods = very bad. Cesium leaked into the environment now will probably still be there in thirty years. It accumulates in the human body and builds up over time, like many nuclear contaminants like Strontium-90.
I’m going to donate all proceeds from my first book, Becoming the Villainess, sold in the next week or two, to Doctors Without Borders, so if you’d like to order, click here.
I’m trying to write a new dedication for my second book with Kitsune Books, She Returns to the Floating World, to honor the victims and survivors of the terrible events of the last week. I believe Kitsune Books is going to look for a way to donate a portion of the profits to Japanese earthquake disaster charities as well. All my words seem so pitiful and weak in the face of so much devastation and loss. Nothing seems adequate.
Last night I went to see Marie Howe, one of my favorite poets, read in downtown Seattle. I was happy to see some of my poetry friends, and listen to such a wonderful warm poet read her work, which was spunky and funny and direct. Howe’s What the Living Do, about her life in the wake of her brother’s death from AIDS, is a book I’ve read over and over. It embraces the pain, the every-dayness, of surviving. In the end, poetry is something we create as an after-effect of surviving, as a testament to humanity’s ability to observe and survive and create in words some evidence of this.
Here’s a poem about Cesium, one of the nuclear products being released into Japan’s ecosystem as we speak, from Cincinnati Review’s Winter 2010 issue.
Cesium Burns Blue
Copper burns green. Sodium yellow,
strontium red. Watch the flaming lights
that blaze across your skies, America –
there are burning satellites
even now being swallowed by your horizon,
the detritus of space programs long defunct,
the hollowed masterpieces of dead scientists.
Someone is lying on a grassy hill,
counting shooting stars,
wondering what happens
when they hit the ground.
In my back yard, they lit cesium
to measure the glow.
Hold it in your hand:
foxfire, wormwood, glow worm.
Cesium lights the rain,
absorbed in the skin,
unstable, unstable
dancing away, ticking away
in bones, fingernails, brain.
Sick burns through, burns blue.
Japan, anime, apocalypse
All the horrible news coming in from Japan. I still haven’t heard from one family friend from Japan, but most of the people I know in Japan are safe. But still, the images, the terror of the earthquake, the tsunami, and now the nuclear reactor threats, are so terrible, they won’t stop. I’ve been dreaming every night about Japan. Every morning when I wake up, the death tolls have gone up.
I remember someone wrote that anime was characterized by so much apocalyptic imagery because Japan is the only country that has experienced and survived a real apocalypse. The poems in my second book return to these symbols of destruction and pain in the history of the country, symbols we can only partially understand. Haruki Murakami wrote a book of short stories called “After the Quake” after the Kobe earthquake. Many of the stories dealt with the emotional aftermath of that destruction, the estrangement and non-trust of anything, the lack of a feeling of safety, not trusting what literally was going on underfoot. Still, these symbols and stories can only help us understand a little, like watching footage from thousands of miles away is not the same as understanding what it’s like to be there.
There is little I can do from here, the little amount of money I can donate, the prayers, of course, but really, it’s nothing in the face of so much.
A little while ago, I drove from San Diego to Berkeley to see Roland Kelts interview Hayao Miyazaki about his new film, Ponyo on a Cliff. The young girl of the title is an undersea being that falls in love with a human boy, in a sort of variation on The Little Mermaid, and in visiting him and determining to become human, she throws the universe out of balance, bringing storms to a small fishing village where the boy’s father works as a commercial fisherman and his mother works in an elderly care facility. The moon veers closer to earth, and a tsunami swallows the town, including the sweet elderly folks, the mother, and the two main characters. (Of course, this being a Miyazaki film, these characters aren’t in any way harmed, but are somehow protected inside a magic undersea bubble.) Primordial threatening giant fish prowl the streets of the town, now underwater, as Ponyo and the young boy sail around on a toy boat looking for the mother character. It’s very eerie now watching these images, the storm nearly overtaking the cars of villagers, refugees crowded into tiny boats looking for people to rescue, storms tossing boats into each other. Miyazaki, in this interview, said that it time of national disasters, like tsunami, that the Japanese people became very good at taking care of each other, that the feeling of community was increased by the disaster somehow. I only remember this odd comment now because of what has happened.
Two good places to donate (which have good ratings in terms of spending more on actually helping people than administration:)
—Doctors without Borders
—Northwest Medical Teams
Oprah and Poetry, More Girl Poets in a Boy’s Club
My thoughts are with everyone affected by the gigantic quake and tsunami that hit Japan last night. The biggest one that’s ever hit Japan, since the 1800’s when we started keeping measurements. I’m watching local news that showing tsunami surges in Seaside, Oregon.
Go check out these posts on Girls in the Boy’s Club by Kelli and January, definitely worth reading their continuations of the conversation.
Oprah Magazine’s April Issue is poetry focused. Check it out and make your own decisions about how this magazine helps or hurts poetry. Young up-and-coming poets in fashion layouts (weirdly – with no poems from the poets featured, sadly) and interviews with Mary Oliver and W.S. Merwin, little snippets from poets like Sharon Olds and Terrance Hayes. Wish there was more actual poetry in the magazine, but I guess anything that brings poetry to the masses…? Strangely ambivalent about this.
Girls in a Boy’s Club: Tips for Poets
Elisa had a post about the excellent manifesto, How to Be a Woman in Any Boy’s Club. As someone who has worked in a few boy’s clubs (working as a tech manager for a decade before my foray into writing) I will say that I think poetry has some of the subtlest but also most difficult sexism I have ever run into, which makes it more frustrating. Sure, you’re welcome to the party, but only if you’re this kind of girl – and even then you’re almost statistically guaranteed less in terms of awards, grants, publication, and reviews. As I commented on Elisa’s blog, a lot of the problem is summed up in the headline I saw recently: “Women more educated, still making less than men.” In the end, we can work harder, but we still get…less.
I identified with this essay quite a bit, as I grew up with three brothers and no sisters, and automatically gravitated towards hanging out with guys for most of my life, took up stereotypically “guyish” habits, etc. I’m not a tomboy by any stretch of the imagination, but as you can see with my poetic fascination with robots, comic books, anime, etc, I definitely felt (and feel) comfortable in the quintessential fortresses of male culture. Anyway, this made me think about what I was personally doing to help poetry become less of a boy’s club.
So, since I’m a take-action kind of person, I thought I would post some tips, some action items, for poets to help make the poetry world a little bit less of a boy’s club. (Hint: these tips work equally well for men and women.)
–When you buy a book of poetry, try one by a female! When you review a book of poetry, try a book of poetry by a female.
–When you review said book of poetry by a female, try to eliminate any references to Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, or Elizabeth Bishop. I’m so tired of reading comparisons to those three women poets, as if male reviewers haven’t read any other female poets besides those two or three. It just looks lazy, fellas.
–When you have an opportunity to pay readers, have a woman out. Remember, we’re making less money over our whole life span, so cut a sister some slack. Try to remember to invite a woman poet who is not already rolling in dough and awards – that would be extra nice.
–Female poets: start reviewing books. You have something to say about literature and your voice is just as valuable as a male reviewer’s voice. Remember, if you’re not part of the conversation, you’re letting somebody else drive it. Write like your work is something important. Send out like you already know your work is great. Don’t keep everything in an envelope in your desk hoping someone will Emily Dickinson you, because let’s face it, it’s probably not going to happen.
–Don’t automatically laud men who write a lot of sexist poetry. If I have to read one more poem comparing a woman’s body part to something edible…are we allowed to call male writers out when they compare women to animals, lessening women to the sum of their body parts, etc? I was just thinking about Tony Hoagland’s poem “The Change” and how it started a discussion of race. What about a similar discussion of sexism in poetry?
–Volunteer for literary magazines or book publishers that promote work by women. I’ve volunteered for The Seattle Review, Silk Road, The Raven Chronicles, and Crab Creek Review, and was amazed at what I learned as a board member, editor, reviewer, etc.
In a totally non-related moment: Interested in gluten-free recipes for creme brulee? Interested in gluten-free Northwest restaurant info? See my newish blog! First post has a lactose-free, gluten-free creme brulee recipe. I plan to chronicle my experiments in gluten-free cooking and restaurant-visiting there.
New poems out and about in the world, stylish bloggers, and truth versus lies
A few new poems out there in the world, including a few from my newest in-process collection called “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter:”
—Cerise Press’s Spring issue features two new poems, “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter [director or dictator]” and “Half-Life”. The issue also features work by Ann Fisher-Wirth, G. C. Waldrep, and Susan Musgrave.
—The journal Eleven Eleven (a beautiful little creation from the California College of the Arts) Issue Ten features three new poems, “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, Before,” “She Introduces Her Husband to Knoxville,” and one of Kelli’s favorite titles, “On the Night of a Lunar Eclipse, a Missile Shoots Down a Spy Satellite”. This issue also features Megan Snyder-Camp, Hollie Hardy, and Mark Wallace.
–The new American Poetry Journal Number 10 is a hybrid creation, romanced by cover art of two intertwined peacocks, with National Poetry Review. My prose poem, “Seascape,” is featured on the “American Poetry Journal” side, along with work by friend and blogger Keith Montesano, and many of my poet friends are featured on the flip side in National Poetry Review: Mary Biddinger, Tom C. Hunley, and Amanda Auchter. It’s a two-for-one deal!
I feel like now we should have a party with all the poets in these three issues of journals, featuring a wide range of aesthetics and personalities. I think it would be a blast!
I was remiss is not thanking Kelli for nominating me for her Stylish Blogger award a week or so ago, and then I think I was supposed to reveal some truths and a lie. Seventeen truths and four hundred lies. So, I will also use the poems that came out this week as a jumping off point for some truths and lies. Can you guess which is which?
–My childhood home in Tennessee, a two-story brick house on eight acres of farm and woodland, was razed to build an insane asylum. Which then was never built.
—The poem “She Introduces Her Husband to Knoxville” is based on a lie, as my husband has never been to my childhood home in Knoxville.
–I have taken many job aptitude tests that told me I should be a dancer or a director.
–I have owned a Barbie “President” doll.
See if this week’s poems hold any clues!
Radio Interviews, Covers, and other poetry news

Yesterday I got to talk with host Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo and fellow female comic book superhero enthusiast Ramona Pilar Gonzalez about Wonder Woman, Joss Whedon as high priest of the religion of television, feminism and comic books, the need for goddesses in pop culture, the VIDA count, the Geek Girl Con, and a lot more. You can listen to it here.
I promised you could see the cover of my upcoming book She Returns to the Floating World soon, and here you go. It’s only the front cover so far, but the front’s the exciting part, right? Let me know what you think. The art work is Rene Lynch, a piece called “The Secret Life of the Forest (A Different Sleep)” which works really well with the themes of the book, I think, all about dream worlds and transformations.
I got to see Martha Silano read from her new book, The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception. The last time I saw her read at Open Books, we were reading for our books Blue Positive and Becoming the Villainess, partners in crime with Steel Toe Books. Her children were babies then – now they’re darling children, complete with giant stuffed ponies and mops of hair, nearly teenagers! Ah, nostalgia. We had a lot of fun and got to hang out with a lot of poets I love that I don’t get to see very often. (Update: for a better recap – with pictures! – check out Kelli’s blog, )Of course, we were nearly done in by a surprise blizzard that shut down the road in and out of our apartment complex, but we managed to get in and out okay (when I got home and saw the news and all the wrecks on the road near our house, I felt like a big risk taker. Then I dreamed about being Buffy and getting electrocuted. So, all in all, a normal day.) This morning the world is frosted in snow, though this being late February, it’s sort of odd for Seattle to be quite this snowy. I am very ready for spring.
Blurbs and Friends’ Good News
Interested in reading the blurbs for the back of She Returns to the Floating World?
Well, just wait for a second. First of all, let me congratulate my good friend Felicity Shoulders about her Nebula Award nomination for her story in Asimov’s, “Conditional Love.” Pretty kick-ass for a girl who just celebrated her 30th birthday, right? You can listen to her story in podcast form here.
OK, now for the blurbs. I’m so excited, particularly because all these blurbers are personal heroes of mine (if you’re a fan of studies of Japanese pop culture, check out Roland Kelts’ book; if you’re interested in some fantastic editing of fairy-tale lit and fairy-tale-related art, check out Terri Windling’s work; Sandra and Aimee are of course amazing poets!) Soon, I’ll be able to post the cover, which is so looking awesome.
Blurbs for She Returns to the Floating World…
“I deeply admire the skill with which Jeannine Hall Gailey weaves myth and folklore into poems illuminating the realities of modern life. Gailey is, quite simply, one of my favorite American poets; and She Returns to the Floating World is her best collection yet.”
—Terri Windling, writer, editor, and artist (editor, The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror series and collections like The Armless Maiden, as well as The Endicott Studio)
“Kin to the extraordinary pillow book of tenth-century Japanese court poet Sei Shōnagon, Jeannine Hall Galley has created her own collection of extraordinary myths, fables, and folktales for the twenty-first century . Fed by scholarship, a passion for animé, and a singular, brilliant imagination, this poet designs female heroes who challenge and transform our quotidian lives.”
—Sandra Alcosser, author of Except by Nature
“The poems in Gailey’s highly anticipated second collection mesmerize the reader with its glimmering revisitations of myth that explore love and desire via the most unexpected conduits: foxes, robots, and the “kingdom of animé.” She Returns to the Floating World is a captivating gathering of poems written with the rare but immense knowledge of (the) matters of the heart and the often-ecstatic natural world. Gailey illuminates our place within myth with stunning precision and the awareness of what it really means to be fully alive with the ones you love.”
—Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of At the Drive-in Volcano and Lucky Fish
“These poems fuse figures and narratives from Japanese myths and folklore, Shinto spirits, philosophy and popular culture to explore the nexus between the spiritual and the sensual, places where the act of touching is both metaphorical and sometimes violently, painfully physical. Amid musings on the darker corners of Japan’s postwar legacy are flashes of the humor born of perseverance. Even Godzilla has a cameo.”
—Roland Kelts, author of Japanamerica
Now, to hunker down for a snow day tomorrow. And I’ve got books to review (Dana Levin’s Sky Burial and Erika Meitner’s Makeshift Instructions for Vigilant Girls – pretty great reading, don’t you think?)
All-Poetry, All-the-Time, or Why I’m Glad to Be Back in Seattle
Some things make you feel really feel like you’re back “home.” Like when the sun comes out in February, and you can see Mount Rainier (or a big full moon.) Like going over to your friend’s house for a poetry group meeting – a group that’s been meeting regularly for almost eight (nine?) years – and listening to your poet friend’s war stories and poems, hearing their good news and discouragements, shared over hot tea and plates of snacks. Like going back to a poetry reading series I used to help with – the SoulFood Books series – and seeing Lana and Michael. The guest poet last night was Tom C. Hunley, publisher of my first book. He’s a funny, laconic deliverer of poems. He also said that Becoming the Villainess is Steel Toe Books’ bestseller (Yay! that warmed my heart!) I’m also going to participate in another Seattle ritual tomorrow, and attend a poetry reading at Open Books – Mary Ruefle is in town!
All the socializing and poetry-izing is wearing me out, but in a good way. I feel like my life’s pace has quickened from the gradual, laconic heartbeat of California life to a caffeine-buzzed doubletime here in Seattle. More people to see, more stuff to do. It’s a poetry-stuffed town! In fact, I missed two readings this week already! But I wrote a new long poem, I sent out a few subs, I heard back from some lit mags, and Glenn is still dusting up his poetry submission database system we’ve been working on since December. (Much more thorough than my Excel spreadsheet, I can say that.) I also know I need to get on the ball and start booking readings for my new book this fall and next spring. If you feel like you’d love to have me come out to your conference or college, to read a bunch of poems about love, marriage, Japanese anime, etc, please let me know! I am feeling bashful about asking this time around, but I’m not sure why. The ARCs should be ready in a couple of months…it’s getting so close!


Jeannine Hall Gailey served as the second Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington and the author of Becoming the Villainess, She Returns to the Floating World, Unexplained Fevers, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and winner of the Moon City Press Book Prize and SFPA’s Elgin Award, Field Guide to the End of the World. Her latest, Flare, Corona from BOA Editions, was a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. She’s also the author of PR for Poets, a Guidebook to Publicity and Marketing. Her work has been featured on NPR’s The Writer’s Almanac, Verse Daily and The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. Her poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Poetry, and JAMA.


