Dreary in Mid-January, Interview with Water~Stone Review, Distracting Myself with PR Research, Submissions, and Organizing Projects, Birdwatching w/Towhees and Wood Ducks

Sunset with Cormorants, Kirkland

Dreary in Mid-January

It’s been a cold, dreary January here in Seattle, and Omicron is peaking across the US. Our state’s National Guard has been called up to aid hospitals and testing sites. Schools in my neighborhoods are mostly going virtual. I have to say my anxiety is worse than it has been during most of the pandemic; it’s been hard to get out of the house to get fresh air or exercise, I’ve seen lots of vaccinated friends and some family get covid and even get hospitalized.  It’s not been fun.

So one day, when the rain and snow gave us a break, we went out in the fog to birdwatch, and got these shots of sunset with fog and cormorants, and a few Wood Ducks. It was good to get some exercise, even in the chilly gray day. Being immersed in nature is excellent for anxiety, even if I needed a lot of hot tea and a shower to get warm when I got home. I also taught an online speculative poetry class yesterday; it was a lot of fun – thanks to everyone who came out for that!

It’s been tough to keep my spirits up. I try to be optimistic; I try to be pro-active, I meditate and do breathing exercises, and I’m trying to distract myself with positive things (see my last section below) but I saw a quote: “You can’t self-care your way out of a pandemic.” You also can’t ignore the deaths of 850,000 in your own country. In February, it will be two years since the first US cases of covid appeared in Kirkland, a few miles from my house. So I’m submitting more, researching PR, reading, organizing. Waiting for spring…and hopefully more good news.

Interview in Water~Stone Review

Very thankful for this thoughtful interview with Water~Stone Review on their blog. Check it out below at this link:

https://waterstonereview.com/in-the-field-conversations-with-our-contributors-jeannine-hall-gailey/

A sneak peek below:

Screen shot from my interview

Male Spotted Towhee in the Snow, my porch

Winter Distractions – PR investigations, and more submissions

I’ve been trying to keep myself distracted/productive in multiple ways. I’ve been trying (with a group of friends) to submit poems every day in January. I’ve interviewed two PR professionals so far (for the next iteration of my PR for Poets book, and also maybe for me?)

It’s interesting to think about how promoting books has changed during the pandemic, more virtual, less in-person, and trying to be heard above the noise of the virtual crowd. Are people reading more, or less, do you think? Are they buying books online or in person, or not? I am also trying to learn how to use Instagram more, which has been dicey (but thanks to a class AND a personal training session with Kelli Agodon on stories, not hopeless.) (If you want to follow me, I’m @webbish6 on Instagram.) I’m also continuing to try to learn Japanese (still not fast) and I’m cleaning out my closets (needed) and bookshelves (even more needed.) I told you I was trying to distract myself! What rituals do you find yourself needing in the wintertime you don’t need in the spring or fall? I am hoping for an early spring, and a merciful 2022 in terms of this plague. Stay safe, warm, and as un-anxious as possible!

Late Holiday Celebrations, 10 Questions with Massachusetts Review, After the Snow, Floods, and Next Week, a Speculative Poetry Class

Pink Flowers and Flooding Creeks, Woodinville, January 2022

Happy Post New Year! Floods, Variants, and Small Celebrations

Hope your New Year has gone well so far. After our week of being snowed in, the whole state dealt with snowmelt and constant rain, resulting in a ton of flooding. We were very thankful to have our trash picked up after two weeks of being skipped for bad weather.

This picture on the left is usually a tiny trickling creek in our Woodinville neighborhood, and the flowers blooming in January are, I think, viburnum. The water was so high and moving so fast it actually blurred in the picture! We live on a hill, bad for snow and ice, but good for floods, so we were okay, but all the stores are still dealing with shortages from the snow last week, employees being out sick (really high Omicron levels here) and trucks not being able to cross the mountains for days to get from one side of the state to the other.

me, Glenn, little brother Mike, and sister-in-law Loree at our after-New Year’s party

Despite all the weather crises and Omicron crises, we had our first holiday celebrations – first, with my little brother Mike and sister-in-law Loree, where we celebrated Christmas, New Year’s, and both their January birthdays with a celebratory brunch – and later in the week, with my poet friend Kelli Russell Agodon and her husband Rose, celebrating Christmas, New Year’s, and Kelli’s birthday, also in January with champagne and cupcakes! We also did a little toast to my new book contract with BOA!

Is it nerve-wracking meeting with other humans during Omicron’s numbers, overrun hospitals, and daily news? It was! Was it worth it? Well, neither Glenn and I (who tested before and after) got sick, our guests didn’t get sick, and everyone was vaccinated (most triple-vaccinated, except me) and we were running four air purifiers and kept windows open (circulation still important!) so definitely yes. I have missed other humans! It’s just not the same over the phone or over Zoom. And Glenn really enjoys cooking for humans who aren’t quite as jaded to his excellent food as me and the cats have become.

While Rose and Glenn bonded over Seahawks and cooking, Kelli showed me how to share an Instagram story (Instagram is still a new skill set for me) and we talked poetry, PR, the problems of launching books during a pandemic…you know, typical girl stuff! Seriously, family bonding and writer-friend bonding felt really life-affirming. It also felt unfamiliar – seeing people in person. When this pandemic is over (someday soon, hopefully,) I’m going to have to re-learn my socializing skills. What is it going to be like to do a poetry reading in public again?

An Interview with me: 10 Questions with The Massachusetts Review

I was lucky enough to have a new interview up with The Massachusetts Review. You can read it at this link, and a sneak peek below. 

Screencap from my interview

A Speculative Poetry Class Next Saturday

Have you ever wanted to write poetry that was…a little outside of normal? Did you write about fairy tales, comic book characters, space travel? Did you know that you were writing speculative poetry? In this master class, we’ll talk about what speculative poetry is, read a few example poems by writers like Tracy K Smith and Lucille Clifton, talk about markets that publish speculative poetry, and do a poetry exercise or two.

It’s next Saturday the 15th starting at noon Pacific time. You can sign up for the class for $5 here:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/writing-outside-the-norm-speculative-poetry-with-jeannine-hall-gailey-tickets-241535899377

Happy New Year! Snowed-In Seattle, Inspiration Board for 2022, Variant Problems, and Late Celebrations

Me, with a toast and pomegranate seeds

Have a Safe, Happy, Healthy New Year!

Well, our new year rose sunny and cold (28 when I woke up – brrr) and I’ve been struggling with keeping my asthma in check – hey, I didn’t move to the Northwest for the record cold OR record heat! (We had both this year – 16 degrees this week and 115 this summer. Why is mother nature trying to kill us? )

Glenn and I dressed up and stayed in, popped champagne for the ball drop, ate frozen grapes (supposed to be good luck, but how many grapes to have to eat to keep covid away?) and had mini beef tenderloin and avocado sliders for dinner. (Fancy, but easy – recommend!) Doesn’t Glenn look cute in his tie?

Since we stayed in, I got to watch The Thin Man marathon on TCM, midnight celebrations in Paris, London, New Zealand, NYC, and Seattle, and got two poetry submissions out before midnight. Plus we had fancy cocktails with pomegranate seeds floating in them and when Glenn got tipsy he didn’t have to drive!

Omicron and Delta are still topping the news as half (!) of tests in King County, where I live, are coming back positive, and hospitals like UW have postponed unnecessary procedures as they are dealing with staff shortages and bed overwhelm. Christmas Eve had our highest covid levels ever during the pandemic.

Our children’s hospital is reporting it is full, with kids with flu, RSV, and covid (often with two of the three), which is the first time since covid began we’re really hearing about a lot of hospitalized children. So if you have unvaccinated kiddies, take extra steps to be safe.

We have extra instant tests at the house, thanks to Microsoft, that has been giving them out to employees for the last two weeks, which is good, because both Glenn and I tested when we had low oxygen ourselves (turned out to be cold-related asthma, not covid, but better safe than sorry.)

So happy New Year’s to you, happy unrealistic resolutions (watch Pete Davidson and Miley Cyrus sing about this is a funny short video here, like “reading three whole books” and “learning Bosnian.”

Sylvia with snow, pre-dawn

Snowed-In Seattle

We had a surprise the day after Christmas – about four inches of snow, and record cold temperatures, and then a few days later, another three inches of snow. Needless to say this causes snags – like not getting trash pickup, or not getting to the store, and if you do get to the store, milk, water, and eggs are all gone. It’s a weird way to end the year. But my cat still loves the snow, as always!

We had record numbers of cancellations at SeaTac. Meanwhile Boulder just had a devastating wildfire on New Year’s Eve. It can’t just be a pandemic – it has to be all this other stuff, too? I had five friends diagnosed with cancer just this year. I can’t imagine going in for imaging and chemo – things I’ve had to do myself, though not during a pandemic, and know they are incredibly stressful. A reminder than minor things feel like major things, and major things just feel even more major, more life-shattering. I want to be closer to my friends and family than I feel like I can be – and being snowed in can feel like a very apt metaphor – we are all trapped at home and unable to travel, to see people, to do regular things like shopping. Or maybe that’s nonsense.

Inspiration Board for 2022

I know it’s a little cheesy, and harder during a pandemic year, but I still went through the steps of doing my yearly inspiration board, and using my hands to cut and glue things makes me feel like a kid again, and there’s something innately…optimistic about putting up words and pictures that make you feel happy and hopeful. This year, words like “friends,” “inspiration,” “magic,” and “happiness” made appearances, along with images of foxes, pink typewriters, blooms and butterflies.

Anyway, I encourage you to try it yourself, even if it’s just a temporary one on a corkboard, or posting inspiring things on your fridge. What could we look forward to? What are the best possibilities? I’m far too good at looking at the dark side.

Celebrations after the New Year

We hope to see my brother and sister-in-law today for a Christmas/New Year’s/birthday get together, and later on this week, a good poet friend and her husband, and I’m hoping we didn’t pick the worst possible time for visits given the rising covid levels and weird weather. It’s hard not to feel like a prisoner after two years in virtual lockdown because of my immune system problems, even after vaccination, and I just want to be in human presence of someone besides my husband and cats (God bless them) and not just on a Zoom screen. It doesn’t really feel like we’ve had the holidays until we give presents and Glenn cooks for someone.

Happy Solstice/Christmas/Holidays, A Poem in the Climate Issue of Massachusetts Review, Poetry Book Recommendations from 2021, and Things to Remember About the Last Year

Happy holidays from Glenn, me, and this polar bear

Happy Solstice/Christmas/Holidays!

Hope you all are having a safe, healthy, and as happy as possible Solstice/Christmas/Holiday! I know it’s hard for many of us, with flights cancelled, Omicron in the news, to feel any kind of holiday cheer, especially if you, like me, are far away from family this year.

But I’ve been running a steady stream of Christmas movies and music – except for that one panic-inducing day I watched Station Eleven’s pilot – and trying my best to feel as cheerful as I can. Glenn made a gluten-free chocolate “Buche de Noel” with fresh cherries which was amazing.

We are expecting 2-5 inches of snow, over the Christmas weekend, then several days below freezing, so we might be stuck on our hill, which would make getting supplies tougher, so we are prepared to eat leftovers and after that, our supply of potatoes and pumpkin seeds. But I love seeing some snow.

December cherry blossoms

But we did have a cherry tree with one branch blossoming, right on Christmas Eve; seems symbolic, like beauty’s triumph over death, life over winter, or something like that. We need anything that gives us hope these days.

The generosity and apparent ferocity of nature is always surprising. We should pay closer attention.

New Poem in the Climate Issue of Massachusetts Review

Thank you to the Massachusetts Review who included my poem “Things I Forgot to Tell You About the End of the World” in their end-of-the-year Climate Issue. I feel lucky to be in such a great issue, and the fact that it’s the closing poem of the issue.

Here’s a sneak peek:

Things to Remember, 2021 Edition

2021 was not just about the pandemic, about loss, isolation, and anxiety. Other things happened, too, remember? I went through my photos and it helped me remember some of the good of 2021. I recommend it! I also went back and re-read some of my blog posts to remind myself of happy times.

• I got into some dream journals for the first time: including but not limited to: Fairy Tale Review, Bellevue Literary Journal, Image, and Water~Stone Review
• I went to Breadloaf for the first time. Virtually, but still, pretty cool. (I was accepted on scholarship the first time I applied, but could not afford the airfare to get out there. That was many years and books ago.)
• Spent a whole week in September (was there a covid lull?) at a writing residency on San Juan Island, where I encountered many foxes and several seals.
• Discovered a new Japanese botanical garden, the Kubota Gardens, on the other side of town (wandering is a symptom of the pandemic, right?)
• Had a rare visit with my nephew Dustin from Georgia who might move up here.
• I managed one weekend during the summer’s covid lull up to Port Townsend to see eagles, deer, and my friend Kelli Agodon
• I also did two things I couldn’t in 2020 because they were cancelled: visited the Skagit Tulip Festival and the Bellevue Botanical Garden Holiday Lights.
• Had both my circulating poetry manuscripts accepted for publication: Fireproof from Alternating Current Press in California, and Flare, Corona from BOA Editions in New York. In some blog posts in the past two years, you can read me despairing of ever finding the right homes for these books, but now that they have found the right homes, I’m overjoyed (and relieved!) and looking forward to launching each book. Hopefully in a post-pandemic world.

Poetry Book Recommendations from 2021:

All of these books make great gifts, and also great end-of-the-year reading, with just the right balance of melancholy and hope. I’m probably missing more than a few good ones, but these were my top picks.

Rosebud Ben Oni’s If This is the Age We End Discovery Alice James Books – Multiple timelines, string theory, Bunnicula and Rick and Morty? Yes please
Louise Gluck’s Winter Recipes from the Collective – Meandering, warm, imaginative – maybe my favorite Gluck book in years
Kelli Russell Agodon’s Dialogues with Rising Tides – Kelli’s most vulnerable, surprising book, looking at personal tragedy, ecological and political anxieties,
Katie Farris’s A Net to Catch my Body In Its Weaving – Heart-wrenching poems that look at mortality and the body
Sandra Beasley’s Made to Explode – once again, the political meets the personal in Beasley’s latest book
Sally Rosen Kindred’s Where the Wolf – Fairy tale poems with an edge
Shade of Blue Trees by Kelly Cressio-Moeller – a melancholy, beautiful book with an elegiac mood

Finding Holiday Cheer, a Few Thoughts on Poetry and Publicity, and a Few End of the Year Book Suggestions

Glenn and I with Bellevue Botanical Garden lights (pic by Michaela Eaves)

Finding Holiday Cheer When the World Seems Cheerless

I have, like a lot of people, have been having a hard time finding Christmas spirit – or any kind of holiday cheer – when you’re separated from your family, when the news is one bit of bad news after another – Omicron is more contagious, ignores our vaccines and some of our treatments, it’s spreading rapidly, and so many people have covid fatigue that it’s probably going to roll through the country during the holiday.

But it’s important, even for people like me who are immune compromised, to find a way to cling to things that bring us joy, in the safest way possible.

For me this week, it meant getting together with my artist friend Michaela Eaves and going to the Bellevue Botanical Gardens to see the impressive lights, which were cancelled last year. And yes, seeing all the beautiful displays and being outdoors and walking around catching up with a friend really did cheer me up. (We had a brief break in the monotonous rain for about an hour before it started raining on us again, thankfully.)

Me and Michaela, with holiday lights, Bellevue Botanical Gardens

So if you can catch up and do something celebratory outside, with loved ones and friends, I say, do it. I know I’ve spent way too much time over the past two years 1. cooped up in my house and 2. seeing almost no one to ward off any seasonal blues, and despite Omicron, I have optimism in new treatments for people like me (like the upcoming Pfizer antiviral, among others) and more available testing, despite all we don’t know yet about the new variant. Be aware that I have lots of vaccinated friends and family – vaccinated AND boosted – who are still getting covid. Most of them have mild cases, but a few have been hospitalized. People are losing parents, again this year, to covid. So it’s not wise to totally blow it off, throw away your masks, and host a ton of large indoor gatherings. Visit safely by testing right before visits with instant tests, meet somewhere with good circulation (if it’s your house, open windows and run air purifiers), or even put out an outdoor heater and bundle up to celebrate outdoors. I am being cautious – having groceries delivered again, for instance, putting off in-person medical appointments – but I may try to brave the Woodland Park Zoo before the end of the year!

Peacock display at the Bellevue Botanical Garden Lights

A Few Thoughts on Poetry and Publicity

So there was a lot of talk this week on social media about poets and publicity. There was a Twitter thread that basically said that some poets that were well-known and well-respected were those things because they had paid $25,000 to publicists to achieve that. (And also that some people buy their own books on bulk on Amazon to get their numbers up for some reason?)

I think the bulk of the negative reactions were 1) a purity test for poets that we don’t hold fiction and non-fiction writers to (they often hire publicists with no static) and 2) a class envy response – who has $25,000 to spend on promoting a poetry book? Most of us do not. My first thought was “$25,000 is a car!” I didn’t grow up wealthy, and don’t consider myself someone who could easily justify coming up with that kind of money to promote my books. Heck, I have trouble spending $150 on an online ad for my book!

But, having interviewed a few publicists for my book PR for Poets, and having researched book publicity, there’s really no reason a poet can’t hire a $25,000 publicist – although most publicists don’t work with poets, don’t know poetry’s markets or reviewers, or just don’t see enough money in it to do it.

Fire breathing dragon light display, Bellevue Botanical Gardens

Am I pretty excited to have a publisher for my seventh book who has an in-house marketing and PR person at last? Absolutely. I’m used to doing everything myself, with varying results for varying amounts of time, energy, money, and hustle. I think that’s the experience of most poets – getting together their own mailing lists, asking bookstores for readings, maybe even sending out their own review copies. The prospect of marketing a book during a pandemic – which is something a lot of my friends have already had to do – is daunting indeed. There are already whispers of cancellations of people and publishers who had been planning to go to AWP 2022. I already took a class on Instagram to get that account going before my two new books come out. I do take this stuff seriously.

I am hoping AWP 2023 – which is, yay, supposed to take place in Seattle – will be safe. I really enjoy seeing my old friends – and I’d love to meet my two most recent publishers in person – the editors at Alternating Current and BOA Editions. And do a reading or two, take friends out to see parks, bookstores, and coffee shops.

So, when I wrote my book, PR for Poets, I said for most poets, spending more than $5,000 – the going rate for a publicist for one month – on promoting their poetry book probably doesn’t make sense. Most royalty rates and poetry sales will rarely net more than $1,000. (It’s happened for me on a couple books, but certainly not all.) But if someone has the money lying around, and they really want to advance their poetry careers – big fellowships, tenure track jobs, visibility that makes them more likely to get well-paid speaking and teaching gigs – I mean, who am I to say they shouldn’t?

Poinsettia Tree made of lights

A Few Book Recommendations for the End of the Year

I did slightly less reading this year than last, but some books had a real impact on me and I feel I can recommend them strongly – as gifts, and just for anyone looking towards a quieter next couple of months of reading. These recommendations do not include poetry (for now):

Fiction and Non-Fiction:

The Equivalents by Maggie Doherty – Tremendously inspiring account of women artists in the sixties.

Fake Like Me by Barbara Bourland – An art-world thriller that is also a remake of the classic Rebecca.

Hell of a Book by Jason Mott – A film-noir flavored book about the life of an author, the stresses of race and skin color in the US, and maybe also a ghost story? The National Book Award winner.

Where the Wild Ladies Are by Aoko Matsuda – Speaking of ghost stories, this is a feminist, comic collection of takes on Japanese traditional ghost tales.

Red Comet – Heather Clark – A must for any Sylvia Plath fan – it will keep them occupied for a couple of months.

Redmond Towne Center Candle decorations

All of these books make great gifts!

Have a safe, happy, and healthy holiday!

Happy (Pandemic) Holidays, More About BOA and upcoming books, and Wishing You Health and Safety

Glenn and I in silly holiday outfits – with dinosaurs and Xmas cats

Happy (Pandemic) Holidays!

Happy holidays and thank you for the kind wishes on my good book news last week. I am so excited. It’s nice to have some happy news in the midst of all the stressful news about the pandemic and crazy killer weather. More boosters? More variants? Killer tornadoes in December? Higher than ever covid levels? Excuse me while I breathe into this paper bag.

I’m not going to be home this year, as due to my immune system problems I’m avoiding travel, but I will be seeing some (vaccinated) friends to make it feel at least a little bit like the holidays, going to see some lights and hopefully getting some holiday cheer going.

Now, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a little word of caution: Due to the fact that I’m seeing more and more vaccinated friends and family actually getting covid – I advise being extra careful, a little more instant testing, and asking the host to open a window or two if you’re visiting in someone’s home.

Pink Hair on the Kirkland waterfront

Glenn and I are trying our best to keep ourselves feeling bright during Seattle’s “Big Dark” – with cold rain and complete darkness by 4:30 PM.

This is a tough time in the Northwest, especially during a pandemic when we can’t get together and huddle for warmth in coffee shops and bookstores and concerts and museums like we normally do. Hence, we resort to silly Christmas outfits as you can see, and extra lights on the house and deck. I’ve also been known to play a Yule log on the television set with kittens and bunnies and cheesy holiday music. Hey, whatever helps you muddle through.

I’ve also been a little under the weather – not covid, just run of the mill things like sore throats and stomach bugs – but the good news is I’ve been able to read more (particularly enjoying Steve Fellner’s Eating Lightbulbs and Other Essays and Siri Hustvedt’s Mothers, Fathers, and Others essay collection, as well as Katherine Mansfield’s complete journals and letters), listen to more audiobooks, and I think I’ve watched every classic holiday movie there is. (PS: I hate It’s a Wonderful Life, mostly because of its treatment of Donna Reed’s character, who clearly would have been better off as a single librarian.)

Glenn and I with Christmas tree and sleigh

It Happened on 5th Avenue is my recommendation for this year, with its warm and fuzzy social justice/holiday themes, but Christmas in Connecticut with a delightfully fake Martha Stewart-type figure who tries not to get caught by her overbearing boss. The main character played by Barbara Stanwyck is a joy to watch.

We also – every time the weather permits – have been seeking out the happiest outdoor holiday decor, including this sleigh with topiary reindeer at Carillon Point in Kirkland. It was a little iffy on the waterfront – a little rain, a little sun, a little cold – but it’s still good to get outdoors.

Sylvia with her favorite BOA poetry books

More about BOA and Upcoming Books

To the left is Sylvia posing with some of her favorite BOA poetry books. She is a big BOA fan!

So, yes, I’m very excited about Flare, Corona coming out with BOA Editions in the fall of 2023, by which time I hope we will have better solutions for this covid thing and life will have somewhat returned to normal. Maybe I can even have a book party at a winery or something fun like that!

This book manuscript is very personal to me – it contains poems about getting diagnosed with what they said was terminal cancer back five years ago, and then six months later, getting diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and as I gradually recovered from the shock of those two things, the pandemic crept into our lives.

But I swear it’s not a depressing book – there are supervillains and fairy tales in the poems, as you might expect in my books – and there’s lots of humor. And I cannot imagine a better press to bring out this book.

And I’m also thankful to Alternating Current Press for bringing out Fireproof in May 2022, so I have something to focus on for the next six months. Fireproof is about witches, Joan of Arc, genetics, fairy tales – it’s a little edgy, a little feminist, and little political. A very different book than Flare, Corona. I’m about to be at the stage where I’m asking for blurbs (eek!) and deciding on cover art. The web site will probably get a little makeover based on the next two books as well.

It’s been five years since Field Guide to the End of the World came out, so to suddenly have two books on the horizon is a little bit of a shock – but a good shock. While you wait for the new books, remember books make wonderful holiday gifts! I’m happy to send a signed copy of any of my five poetry books or my PR for Poets book and you still have time for shipping priority before Christmas. 😊

Carillon Christmas tree, topiary deer, and sleigh

Wishing You a Safe, Healthy, and Happy Holiday!

Seriously now, take good care of yourselves, be careful, get tested, and take it easy on yourselves and your loved ones this holiday, We have never lived through years like the last two before, and hopefully, with gains in our scientist’s attacks on covid – I’m betting antivirals will make a huge difference once we have them in pill form – we won’t have to again. If you, like me, are having a little bit of a quieter year than usual, just remember this is only temporary, and try to be extra kind to yourself.

New Poem “Enchantment” Up on Rogue Agent, Winter Scenes and Surviving the Holiday During the 2nd Plague Year, and Big News Tomorrow!

Apple trees in winter, Woodinville

New Poem Up at Rogue Agent, and Big News Tomorrow

Well, I can’t tell you my big poetry news yet…but I will post it here (and on social media) tomorrow!

But in the meantime, thank you to Rogue Agent for publishing my poem “Enchantment” in their latest issue, which also has poems by friends Ronda Broatch and Jen Karetnick. It’s a very spooky fairy tale poem, which I thought worked well with this photo of winter apples – which always look so bleak and beautiful to me – and it’s also going to be in my upcoming book from Alternating Current Press, Fireproof.

A sneak peek at the poem:

Bald eagle swooping past my yard today

Winter Scenes and Surviving the Holidays During the Second Year of the Plague

This bald eagle swooped by my window while I was writing this, so I’m lucky I got a snap before it swooped away! That’s the nice thing about winter here – you might see an odd bald eagle, or black bear, or coyote or bobcat. Some real mega-fauna!

I was a little sick this week (a stomach bug and a migraine? strange combo for me – and I had to cancel a class, which I hated doing, but stomach bugs are one thing you don’t really have any control of) but before I feel too sorry for myself I now have three friends and one family member, all vaccinated, who have covid right now. I wish I could do more to protect or help them, or even had useful advice. It’s hard feeling helpless in the face of this thing. I wish now I had gone into a career in virology!

This Omicron thing is worrying because it seems to evade our vaccines, and it’s very contagious, and pretty much everywhere. What is the holiday going to bring, especially in states and countries that aren’t doing much with masks? I’m not going to try to travel or do much in indoor spaces, because I’m still “in a vulnerable population,” but I’m hoping this version of coronavirus will not be quite as dangerous or deadly, even if we know it’s more contagious.

Hummingbird on Christmas lights

We won’t really know just how dangerous for a few weeks yet, so we just have to wait and see, which is frustrating, not just for me, but for so many. I just want to send virtual hugs to everyone who has to wait a little longer when we thought we were finally at an end.

I’m still hoping it won’t last much longer, or at least recede into a less dangerous version of itself. I’m also hoping we’ll have more effective antivirals that work across a broader range of coronaviruses. Come on, science! Come on, genetic drift to a less scary version of itself! I really do have hope that this will not last forever. There will be a time when we won’t feel scared of “covid 19” anymore.

And we will be able to celebrate the holidays like we used to! Someday…

Christmas scene inside Willows Lodge

Glenn snapped this picture inside our local hotel, Willows Lodge, which, in normal times, we’d be going to every week to enjoy a cocktail and some live music, or maybe a nice dinner.

They do a beautiful job with holiday decorations – this tree always makes me feel small, because I think it’s two stories tall!  I miss doing these kinds of regular holiday things – going down the street to enjoy the holiday glow at wineries and restaurants, going to the zoo to see the lights, going to art galleries, or having holiday dinners – but I know I can make it just a little longer if I need to, and I guess I need to for now. I’m going to have to do more reading and more writing and spend less time pining for things I can’t do just yet. And I do have this mysterious good news to celebrate…stay tuned!

Happy Holiday Weekend, Sign Up for a Speculative Poetry Class, Interview with Jason Mott at The Rumpus, New Poem in Los Angeles Review, Pushcart Nomination at Fairy Tale Review, and Feeling Hopeful Despite

Me at Chateau Ste Michelle with ornament art

Happy Holiday Weekend!

I hope all of you had a safe, happy long holiday weekend. Ours was very quiet but I worked on an upcoming class on speculative poetry I’m doing next weekend (sign up here!) took on a reorganization of bookshelves (long overdue!) and we started decorating for Christmas. It always cheers me up to see the lights around the neighborhood and get out our little ornaments – robots, typewriters, penguins, and hedgehogs share space with unicorns, shoes, and ice cream cones.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate! We made latkes – a reminder of our early college years in Cincinnati, where we would stop off at Izzy’s deli at this time of year for giant latkes – with baked apples and Greek yogurt, which I heartily recommend for this time of year to ward off chills. It’s been a cold and wet week here, but we made a quick stop off in our brief dry moments to take pictures of holiday decorations at Chateau Ste Michelle’s and Kirkland waterfront clouds. It seems like a big upcoming week for poetry stuff, so…

Kirkland waterfront with clouds

Poetry News: A Pushcart Nomination, an Upcoming Speculative Poetry Class, a Poem at Los Angeles Review Monday, and an Interview with Jason Mott at the Rumpus

First of all, you can sign up – for $5! – for my speculative poetry class (co-sponsored by Prospectus and Spellbinder) and get more information here:  We’ll talk about what speculative poetry is, reading some examples, and even do a few exercises. It’s a great way to brighten a gray day! It’s at noon PST next Saturday, the 4th.

Second, you can read my interview with National Book Award winner Jason Mott on the Rumpus starting Monday. Jason is a wonderful speculative fiction writer who is getting some well-deserved praise for his latest book, but he’s also a terrific poet and one of those really good people you are genuinely happy for when good things happen for them.

I also have a poem coming out Monday the 29th, at the Los Angeles Review, “I Confuse Palm Sunday with Palm Springs.” 

And, for some good news: Fairy Tale Review nominated my poem from the Gold Issue, “Transformation,” for a Pushcart Prize. Cross your fingers that I might actually get in to the anthology this year! For a sneak peek, since the poem is not available online, see below.

Closeup on ornament art at Chateau Ste Michelle

Feeling Hopeful Despite…

As I’m writing this, it’s pitch black outside despite being 7 AM, we’re under flood watch AGAIN and the world is freaking out over the latest variant of covid. A friend of mine – a vaccinated friend – is in the hospital with covid pneumonia. (So please, if you feel sick, even if you’re vaccinated, get tested for flu AND covid and be sure to watch your oximeter for your oxygen levels. Oximeters save lives.)

I’m being very cautious about things for now (postponed my brain MRI and dental work until January, no travel for the holidays, etc.) By the way, if you’re socializing or heading home, maybe be sure to crack a window or run an air purifier. Air circulation is very important with airborne viruses. It’ll help keep you from feeling stuffy as well! Yes, a mask, yes, booster shots, but also, open a window! Stay outside when you can. Keep washing your hands, taking your c, zinc, and D, sleeping when you can, practicing what they call “good self care.” Be kind to yourself. Be kinder to others.

Our Christmas Tree

But despite all this bad news and dismal cold wet weather, I feel…cautiously optimistic about next year. It is a fact that most viruses evolve towards becoming more transmissible and less deadly.  Pfizer has an anti-viral pill I’m feeling positive about with good data, even though the FDA hasn’t approved it YET. (Faster, FDA!) Scientists are continuing to figure out what works and what doesn’t with this coronavirus thing. It has been two years since I first read headlines about China putting a doctor in prison for talking about a strange new virus (and I wrote the poem “Calamity.”) Vaccine makers are already looking at updating the vaccines.

We’re spending the holidays in a pretty isolated manner again this year, which is not ideal. I have an inkling, however, of hope, of light at the end of the tunnel. I have a new book, Fireproof, coming out with Alternating Current Press after my birthday in 2022, which will be almost five years exactly since the release of Field Guide to the End of the World. I know in a poet’s life a new book is a big deal, but especially during the pandemic, not a big deal to the larger world, but still, I feel a little excitement. I don’t know if my readings will be in person or on the dreaded (but now normal) Zoom. Will I be able to celebrate with friends and family in person in late spring? I don’t know if the “roaring twenties” of our century will ever actually roar. But I hope so.

A Friend Wins the National Book Award, the Bittersweetness of being a semifinalist, Thanksgiving Poems and Holiday Decor Weirdness, Struggling with Author Photos

Buried Typewriter with fallen leaves is a whole November 2021 mood

Feeling a Little Better – Good News for a Friend and More

So, if you read last week’s blog post, you might have noticed I was a little down, as a result of what? Terrible, gloomy weather, shorter days, perimenopause, MS, a lot of rejections at once? Anyway, I’m feeling better this week, especially because…

A friend of mine, Jason Mott, won the National Book Award for fiction for his latest surreal Hell of a Book, which takes on author book tours, ghosts, racism and colorism, all with wit and grace. And I have an interview with him coming out soon with The Rumpus – watch this space!

He not only won the award, but wowed people with his acceptance speech. This article in the Guardian has a little quote from it. It could literally not have happened to a nicer person. I’ve been a big fan of his work since his very first poetry book! (He started out as a speculative poet! It gives hope to us all…) I hope you guys check out his book.

November sunset in Kirkland, Seattle in distance

The Bittersweetness of Semi-Finalists and Thanksgiving-themed poems

I has some good news of my own this week – a Pushcart nomination (which the journal hasn’t announced yet, so I’m waiting to announce it) and two of my  manuscripts were semifinalists in a good book contest.

One of the manuscripts is fairly new, so I was really excited – the other is four years old, and so the semifinalist status felt less like a success. Isn’t that interesting? The four-year old manuscript has been a runner-up for the Dorset Prize (so close, but so far) and a close finalist at a few of the bigger publishers, so it’s so hard to keep getting “finalist” and “semifinalist” but no one willing to actually publish the damn thing. On the other hand, being a semifinalist with a new manuscript feels better, because it’s a sign the manuscript’s not totally a messed-up failure, right? So the whole thing felt bittersweet. Isn’t being a writer weird? Or it could just be me.

Speaking of cheerful things, I wanted to post my Thanksgiving-themed apocalypse poem, “Calamity,” that I wrote in late 2019 and was published in April 2020 in Poetry Magazine. Frankly, I think it’s evidence I might be a witch. Or a prophet.

I always get a kick out of holiday decor, and even though it’s still a distinctly odd holiday season, I thought I’d cheer you up with some offbeat holiday decor scenes from around Woodinville:

Struggling with Author Photos

So, in trying to figure out things for my next book, Fireproof, with publisher Alternating Current, I am forced to confront something I haven’t had to think about for awhile – author photos. Many of my author photos taken by actual photographers are fairly old now, and it feels weird to put a picture out there that doesn’t really represent the present “you” – ie the pandemic version of me. Also, I might need to make the photo black and white – a first for me – because Alternating Current usually puts the author photo inside the book instead of the back cover. I’m also thinking about cover art. And honestly, I’m wrestling with my two other manuscripts – where to send them, how to revise them – while I wait for edits for Fireproof from Alternating Current’s editor. So I’m looking at using a pandemic-era photo taken by my husband for the author photo, no professional anything – I did my own hair and makeup (probably pretty obviously.) My weight and hair color fluctuated quite a bit during the last two years, which makes picking a photo even more difficult. Here are some of the finalists. Put your opinion in the comments. I considered paying someone to take a photo of me, again. I just don’t know yet.

PS if you are doing early holiday shopping, remember that people love poetry, and poets love poetry and books about PR!   And if you want a signed copy, you can get one from me!