Spring, Supermoon, AWP: Day Trip to Skagit, In-Depth on a Poem, and Surviving AWP Portland Part II: Last Minute Tips

 

Snow Geese in Flight with Mt Baker

Happy Spring and Supermoon! A Day Trip to Skagit Valley

Last week was rough – dental work, three specialist appointments, and a little under the weather. So Glenn decided to take me out to get my mind off health stuff and AWP and do some nature-watching up North in La Conner and Fir Island. Hundreds of snow geese, dozens of trumpeter swans making their signature calls, bald eagles, great blue herons, and seals. Nothing was blooming yet, but temperatures in the seventies made it feel like it was already spring. The last supermoon is happening tomorrow on the spring equinox. A good time for sky watching.

Behind the Poem

Thanks to Chris Rice Cooper for using interviews and photos to tell the backstory of the poem from Field Guide to the End of the World, “At the End of Time (Wish You Were Here).”

Kitten Sylvia with Lee Ann Roripaugh’s new book

I also got my review copy of Lee Ann Roripaugh’s Tsunami Vs. the Fukushima 50, which from a basic quick reading, seems terrific and definitely worth your dollars. Here’s my literary kitten Sylvia posing with the book. It basically hits all my must-haves:  persona poems, comic book characters, monsters, the environment, radiological pollution.

 

Glenn and I in the sun on St. Patrick’s Day

We had a low-key St. Patrick’s Day (I was a little under the weather) but Glenn and I managed to enjoy a little sunshine. One thing I really admire about Irish culture is how they treasure the written word: from Yeats to The Secret of Kells – a great time to do some reading (or watching.)

 

 

How Not to Panic at AWP Part II: Last Minute Tips for AWP Portland

So glad the last post on AWP tips was so useful to people! I thought I’d put up a few more last minute tips for AWP Portland. The weather report looks like normal Portland spring weather, mid-fifties and drizzle, so definitely pack things for that kind of weather. (Last time I said comfortable, weather-proof shoes and a jacket easy to throw on over your clothes or a travel umbrella; I reiterate these recommendations.) Ladies: Northwest fancy is a dress/tunic with leggings, boots, and a scarf. Men: can basically wear anything because techies. Toned-down but unique is the aesthetic out here (purple hair, little makeup, one interesting piece of jewelry.) Perfect manicures, high heels not required. I hope we’ll have some sun breaks so people can see how beautiful the Pacific Northwest can be, with its green gardens and volcanos. Crossing fingers!

  • If you are nervous about talking to other people, remember that most of them are writers, and therefore also uncomfortable talking to other people! Offering others help is always a great place to start, so I like to make a little map in my head in case people ask me where things are, (and as a disabled person, I especially take note of quiet places, places to get a drink or snack, and accessible restrooms). Expressing genuine enthusiasm for other writers’ work is always pretty safe.
  • The readings and panels are great, but know that you won’t be able to do all of them. Be a little picky. And allow enough time to get from one thing to another. If you need a break at your hotel, schedule that in – maybe twice a day. At least putting your feet up, getting away from the crowd, and having a drink or snack will make you feel much more sane and able to keep up with the zaniness of AWP.
  • Look at the map for the bookfair in advance and note where the literary magazines and publishers you are interested in learning more about are located. This is a great opportunity to actually see what the literary community is producing! And if you’re thinking of sending your work to people, consider buying something they publish and reading it. Note styles, cover art, the voices they are interested in. And for goodness sake, and this is especially for women and the super-shy, introduce yourself to publishers. Nothing fancy, just say “hi” and what you admire (maybe a recent book you read) and relevant info about yourself if possible. If you are interested in volunteer opportunities, say so! Do not go up to every publisher and offer them a copy of your manuscript, but if the conversation goes well and they invite you to send something – your CV, your manuscript, or some work – make sure to jot down the name and place and send them something!
  • Exchange cell phone numbers with friends you want to make sure you see. Make a coffee date to go “off campus” and catch up with an old friend and explore Portland. Catch up with that person from the East Coast you never get to see. (If you’re from the East Coast, of course, catch up with your West Coast peeps.)
  • If you, like me, are nervous about performing in front of strangers, whether doing offsite readings or official panels, just remember it’s not just about you, it’s about what you’re giving others, whether your poems, or your advice or information that could be helpful. It’s so hard for me to not feel self-conscious these days – my MS has amplified the things to be self-conscious about now – walking, talking, remembering things/people’s names – but mostly people are too preoccupied by feeling self-conscious themselves to even notice the things you’re worried about. Putting people at ease is as important as anything else.
  • I said this in my last post, but I’ll reiterate – Portland is weird but it’s a great city to explore. Not as pretty as Seattle, maybe, but full of great unique shops, restaurants (and food trucks,) gardens, Powell’s, VooDoo doughnuts, hipster-people-watching, coffee, and some beautiful parks. Get away from the conference and take in your surroundings when you can. Gluten-free, vegan, looking for a comic book shop or craft beers? Yep, yep, yep.
  • Some practical advice: if you’re driving, feel free to load up on lit mags and new books all you want and just stuff them in the car. If you’re flying, make sure to leave some space in your luggage for new acquisitions or bring some packing materials and plan to ship stuff home from AWP from your hotel or a local UPS or post office. It might cost a little money but might beat schlepping 50 pounds of books through a couple of airports. I’ve done it many times! If you have food allergies, bring some non-perishable snacks that are safe or stop by a grocery store on the way in (again, easier with a car) and stock up on items pre-conference. (I also do this as I have 20 food allergies.) Here are some things I always forget to pack but might come in handy: allergy eye drops (all hotels make my eyes itchy), Benadryl (sleep/hay fever), Emergen-c packets (can’t hurt), Pepto Bismol (in case something doesn’t agree with you), extra lip balm because you always lose one, mini-hand-sanitizer, and maybe a little bottle of lavender essential oil (comes in handy for helping you sleep, putting in the shower for relaxing purposes, and making your hotel room smell less hotel-y. I also use this trick for hospital stays!)
  • Remember why you’re there. What are your goals with this AWP? Are you seeking information about various MFA programs? Do you want to catch up with old friends, or make new friends? Are you looking to learn about publishing or teaching, find out more about the literary magazines in your area, or trying to get the word out about your new book? Maybe take a few minutes now to write down a couple of things you want to make sure you cover while you’re there – and if you can, while you’re there, write down a few impressions at night or first thing in the morning – in a mini-notebook you can review when you get home. It’s so easy to get caught up in the whirlwind and get overwhelmed that we forget why we go! (And writers are so grumpy about AWP sometimes – don’t do things that make you unhappy, people! Do the things you like, but if the bar isn’t your scene, (and I can’t drink alcohol, so it isn’t really mine) that’s fine! If you don’t like schmoozing at parties, don’t. If you’re terrible if you don’t get enough sleep, go to bed early. Yes, the crowds can be overwhelming, but it’s up to you to take time out if you start to feel overwhelmed. Especially for those of us with health issues, don’t beat yourself up for not doing more – you’re doing plenty!)  Prioritizing ahead of time the things you find most important/fun – and having a friend or loved one check in on how you’re doing – will help you have a better times and fewer regrets at AWP Portland!

Note: And if you want to say hi in person, my events are listed on the right side of this page, but once again: Thursday night reading at the Disability Consortium at the Courtyard Marriott 6-8 PM, Friday 2 PM-3PM book signing at the Two Sylvias Press Book at the bookfair, Friday night reading with Spoon River Poetry Review at Beulahland at 8 PM, Saturday panel on “Poetry and the Body” at 3 PM, Saturday night reading with Moon City Press at the White Owl Social Club and then I’m taking off! My books will be available at the bookfair at Moon City’s table, Two Sylvias Press’s table (especially if you’re looking for PR for Poets), and I’ll bring them to my readings too.

Getting Ready for AWP, Part I: Schedule, Packing Tips, And How Not to Panic

Shakespeare and Sylvia with Joanna Russ’s How to Suppress Women’s Writing

Getting Ready for AWP, Part I

It’s two weeks from the big conference, so I thought it would be a good time to post about how to get ready for AWP, list my schedule in case you want to see me, get some packing tips in, and also, a bit about how not to panic.

The picture of my cats contemplating the excellent Joanna Russ’s How To Suppress Women’s Writing is here to inspire some pre-AWP reading – of course you’ll come home with a bunch of new reading material, but I’m trying to warm up – trying to place a review of a new book, Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf Republic, (excellent!)  and I’ve been trying to mix up my feminist reading material – sometimes being outside of academia I feel I miss out of some books that are familiar talking material in the academic world, and this book is one of them. (It was mentioned heavily in Sophie Collins’ Who is Mary Sue?) It’s a fascinating, fairly easy read, sharp and funny in places. Joanna is a science fiction writer as well as a critic, so I’m going to look for more of her work.

Glenn and I so you can spot us at AWP!

Where I’ll Be at AWP! Here’s my schedule at AWP:

  • I’m coming in Thursday night for a reading with the Disability Consortium (read here for more details and a list of readers and sample of their work, including mine. It’ll be at 6-9 PM at the Courtyard Marriott near the conference center.
  • Friday I’ll be signing books at the Two Sylvias Press table from 2-3 PM, and then I’ll be part of the Spoon River Poetry Reading that night at 8 PM at Beulahland.
  • Saturday I’ll be participating on a panel at 3 PM on Poetry and the Body: Writing the Corporeal. (Peter Joseph Gloviczki, Alex Lemon, Jeannine Hall Gailey) and then that night I’ll be reading with Moon City Press authors at White Owl Social Club, starting at 6 PM.
  • I’m leaving Saturday night, so if you want to catch me for coffee, it’s between Thursday night and Saturday night. I’ll have a car with me and I’m staying at a hotel near the conference center, so send me a note! You can also find me at the bookfair where I hope to spend a lot of time (at least as much as my MS-y body lets me spend!)

Seal statue – a travel emblem of the Pacific Northwest for luck!

How to Pack for AWP?

Well, I’m a bit of an expert at how to dress for the weather in the Pacific Northwest, so I’ll try to include some tips for packing, along with my regular advice:

  • Weather can be variable in late March, from sunny and seventy to chilly rain and forties so the old chestnut about layers applies here. People in the Northwest tend towards lots of fleece and dark colors, plus practical, rain-suitable footwear, in case you want to blend. (I stick to at least a pop of pink, as you can tell from my pictures) I recommend shoes you can stand to stand in for hours, too – no nonsense. You do not want to be nursing sore feet in case you have a late-night party to hit. A big extra tote for carrying your goodies to and from the bookfair is a must. I’d pack a sturdy travel umbrella (it’s a myth that locals don’t do umbrellas) and a lightweight, warm jacket that repels water is probably a good idea.  Velvet and satin shoes are a risk.
  • For your health: hand sanitizer, Emergen-C, hand wipes (or face wipes that can double,) and of course your regular prescriptions plus something for headache or stomachaches – those things can crop up with, um, little sleep, unhealthy food, and extra drinking (I don’t drink, but I’ve observed a lot of aftereffects at my many AWPs!)
  • Comfort is key for hotel room time – a pair of cozy slippers and a robe (in case you order room service at least once) and pack a t-shirt, yoga pants, and flats for “hang out time” in between performances. I always find I change clothes at AWP more often than, say, when I’m writing at home!
  • If you’re driving instead of flying, it’s not a stupid idea to bring a cooler for your room, where you can stash extra water (without paying exorbitant mini-bar prices,) energy bars, maybe an apple or orange for extra health. If you’re a tricky sleeper, you might want to pack your own pillow (I always sleep better when I bring my super-flat pillow from home).
  • A small notebook and pen for jotting things down, business cards so you can leave your contact info with any new friends, and maybe, if you’re one of those PR for Poets people, a few book cards to give to people who might be interested. And of course, a couple of copies of your books in case your publisher sells out (or isn’t there – it happens!) I noticed that people ask about my books outside of the bookfair area, like at coffee shops or after-parties, so a small tote to carry around your own books is ideal. (I’ve regretted it when I didn’t do this.) Also, funny story, one publisher once insisted that Glenn give him his latest manuscript at AWP, even though Glenn didn’t have a manuscript, so just in case, maybe a copy of your latest manuscript in an envelope.

How Not to Panic at AWP – for People Who Are Introverts, Have Chronic Illnesses or Disabilities, or Are Just Plain Anxious About Being Around Thousands of Writers

  • This is a big one. If you’re used to spending most of your days by yourself – or at most, a class of students a day – it might be a bit of a shock checking into a hotel where 10,000 people might be milling around – including former professors, classmates, random poetry heroes, etc, appearing at any time – so maybe prepare ahead of time by taking a few days to get your sleep schedule in order, wearing real pants during the day (if you’re not used to it), clocking how long it takes you to get ready to go out in the morning (I don’t do the full “hair blow dry-makeup” ritual most days myself, so I have to build that into my wake-up schedule.) Get yourself used to West Coast time if you are coming from the East Coast a day or two ahead of time, by staying up a little later and getting up a little later.
  • Also keep in mind if you are prone to low blood sugar, have medications you need to take at a regular basis throughout the day, or are prone to under-hydrating, so you can build in breaks even during the hectic conference to maintain your health. Do not forget about drinking water – I meet a lot of people in the bookfair just about to pass out from dehydration and low blood sugar every year, no kidding. Sipping coffee is fine, and a writer’s vice for sure, but remember to sub in an actual water once in a while. Grab at least one bottle at the hotel because you never know about availability at the convention center. You will not be able to perform at optimum levels if you are hungry or thirsty.
  • If you, like me, have a disability, map out accessible restrooms and entrances/exits the first day.
  • If you have a chronic illness, like I do, or are just sensitive to crowds and noise-overload, do not be ashamed to opt out of extra activities to go back to the hotel, put your feet up for a few minutes, and rest. If you can’t get back to your hotel, do not be ashamed to ask where the “quiet room” is at the conference. You don’t need to be everywhere all at once, although somehow FOMO really takes hold of some people – the cool people are always at some other reading or party or panel – so just rest. You’ll meet the people you need to meet, and if not, there is always texting and arranging for a coffee meetup.
  • If you have to work a table, remember to hydrate (can’t state this one enough) and definitely wash your hands as soon as you can get out from behind the table (this goes for people giving talks or working the bookfair in any way. You forget how many people we shake hands with! PS Hugs are actually less germy than handshakes!) Plan for a little break after your service time.  It’s still flu season and the Pacific Northwest has had, of all thing, measles going around.
  • If you, like me, have some neurological issues and do not remember names and faces well, just state that upfront, and ask people their names or tell you to remind them of how you know them. I am constantly embarrassed by this but MS has made it a real necessity – there is no way to fake remembering faces in a huge crowd. If I ask you about who you are, or re-introduce myself, please remember I have a big hole in the control center of my brain that messes with my memory, and please do not be offended. I try to be helpful by always wearing my name tag where people can see it! They can be annoying, but they are useful.
  • Focus on one thing a day that you absolutely must do – and the other things can be “nice to haves.” If you have to give a panel, maybe give yourself a break from panels that day. If you have to work the bookfair, give yourself a pass on other socializing that day. And so on.
  • A manageable thing for introverts is to ask one person a day to have coffee, away from the crowd. That way, you can focus on one good conversation. Sometimes it’s better than trying to have fifty less-quality encounters than just one genuinely enjoyable one.
  • Lastly, get away from the conference a bit and experience the weirdness of Portland! The city has much more to offer than just the area around the conference center. Especially if you’ve never been there before and you spent good money to fly out here! If it’s sunny they have a beautiful rose and Japanese garden and views of some gorgeous volcanoes, if not, they have a famously huge bookstore (Powell’s,) burgeoning art gallery scenes, and a great food truck culture (which we don’t really have equally in Seattle) and decent coffee shops (ahem, I want to be faithful to Seattle, but Stumptown Coffee is very good.) Go to the Pearl District to shop, or birdwatch at a local park. Portland has more traffic than they used to so prepare for a “city” city rather than the big small town Portland used to be. Some areas are more walkable than others, if you are disabled I recommend having a car handy to get to some of the tourist sites.

I hope this is helpful! And please include your “surviving/packing/enjoying” AWP tips of your own!

 

 

Zoo Visit, Poetry Readings, PR for Poets in the News and Submission Fatigue

 

Red panda cub

A Chill in Seattle and a Weekend of Poetry and Zoos

Brrr! Writing from a very chilly morning here in the suburbs of Seattle. This weekend was full of excitement. I had been a little under-the-weather since I had three fillings earlier in the week, so by Saturday I was sick of being house-bound and it was sunny though not warm so we ventured out to the zoo, mostly to see the little red panda cubs again. Then Sunday was the book launch for Martha Silano’s Gravity Assist, a fascinating collection that examines the space race as metaphors for family relationships.

Martha, Kelli, Rick, and Me

The Launch of Gravity Assist with Guest Readers at Open Books

A great pleasure to see the introducing readers, Kelli Russell Agodon, Molly Tennenbaum, and Rick Barot, as well as Martha’s reading from Gravity Assist (check out one of the poems from the book, “Instead of a Father”) and to see a lot of friends from the Seattle writer community come out to support each other. Glenn also snapped a shot of PR for Poets on Open Books’ shelf!

I was a little nervous (I don’t do great in crowds with the MS thing), but it increased my feeling that I’ll probably do fine at AWP – except for remembering anyone’s name or face in a crowd (still troublesome for some reason, so if you see me at AWP, be kind and remembering my brain doesn’t function totally 100 percent in overload, when you say hi, remind me of your name, the name of the person next to you, and probably my own). I was especially happy I went since a friend had a small emergency during the reading that I was able to help out with. You never know when you might be useful!

 

Glenn and I at the Northwest wing of the Woodland Park Zoo

Woodland Park Zoo – and Animal Eye Contact

It was freezing cold but always a pleasure to see extremely rare and endangered cute red panda cubs in action. We also had a pair of wild, non-zoo-related bald eagles sweep low over our heads – turned out they have nested in the Northwest wing of the zoo! The white wolves were sleepy, but a lot of animals – jaguar, red pandas, meerkats, snow leopards – seemed to make eye contact with me! Maybe it was something shiny or they liked my sunglasses, but it meant I got some good snaps of the animals!

Here are a few more: a blue heron that invaded the penguin habitat, a flamingo, a snow leopard hunting the peacock in the previous picture from the back of her enclosure:

PR for Poets in the News!

Thank you to Cati Porter who wrote about PR for Poets for her local paper The Press Enterprise about how to prepare to market your upcoming book in this article. If you haven’t gotten your copy yet, order it now or pick up a copy at Portland’s AWP at the Two Sylvias table!

Submission Fatigue

I know submitting poetry is part of the job, but I’ve got serious submission fatigue. It’s not that I’ve gotten more rejections in 2019 than unusual, but it’s felt like more. I’ve sat down to submit poems a couple of times this week, and ended up…not. I’ve got a brand newish manuscript to submit, but I haven’t sent it. Is this part self-doubt, part-self-protection?

Some times I think I get too discouraged with the poetry world in general. Maybe it’s my reading material – started reading How to Suppress Women’s Writing by Joanna Russ and of course Sylvia Plath’s Letters Volume II. Possibly not the most cheerful reading for a woman writer. I feel like I’ve been fighting off a bug, which has increased my MS symptoms, especially the dreaded nausea. Do these things contribute? They might. It takes energy to send out work these days – submission windows that close in a single day (Hello, Coffee House Books!) and submission windows that shift year-to-year, month-to-month – it’s tough to keep track on your Excel spreadsheet, then tracking down the current editors, reading a current issue (or at least a few poems from one, if available,) then going through your own Excel spreadsheet to see what’s available and what seems like a good fit. I’m not really a submit-at-random girl. So, yes, maybe a lack of forward motion, a lack of belief in the system in general, the lack of belief that the world needs more of my poetry. (Eek! A peek into the abyss!) Usually I am a pick-yourself-up-and-get-on-with-it person, but lately, when I pick up my spreadsheet and look at sending out, I’m just…Hmm.

Do you get submission fatigue? What do you do to get over it? How do you renew your belief in a system that maybe isn’t particularly for you – your gender, whatever – or the type of work you produce (weird, offbeat)?

New Poem Up at Rise Up Review, New Review of PR for Poets, and Spring/AWP Approaches

Spring Flowers After Snow

New Poem Up at Rise Up Review

First of all, thanks to Rise Up Review for publishing my new poem, “Every Child a Legend.”   Be sure to check out the whole new issue.

I don’t usually write a lot of political poems but these last two years…well, I guess I’ve started. I may have another manuscript-in-progress going that has a more political bent.

A sneak peek below:

From Rise Up Review

A New Review of PR for Poets

Also, thanks to Debbie Okun Hill for this new review of PR for Poets! It’s always nice to hear from people who found that book useful. I’m really hoping to get the word out at AWP about PR for Poets and hope to get it into more people’s hands.

Spring is Coming, and AWP

Glenn and I in the sunshine

We’ve had some sunshine after the coldest February in Seattle on record, and we have snow in the forecast again next week, so the cold isn’t letting up yet. But I know intellectually spring is coming.  I know I can plant new flowers to replace that ones that were killed by ice and snow. I just…wish it would get here soon…

Just like I know AWP is almost here! Now I’m doing some offsite readings, a panel, and a book signing at the Two Sylvias Booth on Friday for PR for Poets. I hope to see a lot of you there. I’m also hoping my health holds up for the duration. Inspired by Selma Blair’s interview and Oscar party appearance, I bought myself a fancy new cane. Gotta get fancy for public appearances, right? Incidentally, I’m nervous, I think, about this year’s AWP – not just the usual I’m going to forget someone important’s name (though that’s definitely there) but more health-ish. I’m also looking forward to seeing friends, and finding new books to love, but…

Me with new pearly-handled cane with hummingbirds

What happens if I get sick, or have to go to the hospital while I’m there, or can’t make it through a reading and fall over?

So, to be clear with my AWP tips:

–Drink enough water. Bring a water bottle to panels and the bookfair, because they are always so dry. And hard candy for coughs!

–Use lip balm. Eat nutritious food when you can, and be sure to sit down with friends over coffee earlier in the day (because catching up with them at the bar at night may mean they don’t remember catching up. Personal experience says yes, this does happen.)

–Pack layers! Late March in Portland could be cold, could be very wet, could be spring-like. Wear comfortable shoes because you’ll be on your feet a lot, even when you don’t think you will.

–If you’re a bit iffy health-wise, like I am, take extra time to rest between events, drink even more water (and maybe a hot tea) and wash your hands (and bring hand sanitizer in your tote!) Don’t plan to be active from sunup to midnight unless you plan to also crash the next day. Leave a little room in your schedule in case you need to rest (or you get invited to a great party! Hey, it happens!)

Anything else? Leave your tips in the comments?

 

 

Six New Poems in the newest issue of Rosebud, and When You’re Not the Chosen One

Sylvia posing with Rosebud (and tulips)

Six Poems in the New Issue of Rosebud

First of all, a big thank you to the editors of Rosebud, who decided to publish six of my poems in the latest issue of their magazine (pictured here with Sylvia and a vase of parrot roses.)

These were some of my favorite poems from my new manuscript, so it meant a lot to me.

Here’s one of them, “Summer of Bombs.” (I scanned this with my new tiny printer. I’m so excited about it!)

When You’re Not the Chosen One

You would think, by my age, as long as I’ve been submitting poetry (um, more than twenty years) that somehow rejection would stop getting to me. But you know what? It still does. In the last two days, I got one regular rejection, and three – three!!! – book rejections. For two different book manuscripts. It always takes guts to send out your book manuscript that you work and agonize over, and then, you get (mostly) impersonal announcements, plus telling you about who they will be publishing, not you.  Well, that is going to take more than a chocolate chip cookie to get over. You look at the winners. And you think, why is that person chosen? And why not me?? Why am I not the chosen one? (If you want some reassurance, go back to this post and see what Sylvia Plath had to say when she lost the Yale Younger Poets prize to George Starbuck. Let’s just say she was not gracious about her loss. It’s okay to vent sometimes. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be human. The poetry game can be brutal!)

Intellectually, you know they might simply be writing poems more to the taste of a certain press’ editorial team, or your book might have been too similar to a book they just take, or they’re taking into account (shiver at the thought) your author platform and you don’t Twitter enough or have enough Instagram followers or you’re not male enough or young enough or cute enough or whatever. You don’t become a writer at all if you don’t have an ego. Sure, you love your art, blah blah purity (as Sylvia paraphrases), but really, you don’t write to not be read, as the older woman writer reminds Glenn Close’s character in “The Wife.” (See it! Great things to say about the writing product vs the writer him or herself. Also watched the extremely bleak “Can You Every Forgive Me?” which is literally every female writer’s neurotic nightmare of failure and poverty in one movie! Although I kept thinking of every other way to make money besides forging famous writer’s letters…) On second thought, maybe don’t watch either movie the day you get a really big rejection (or three.)

I have been watching the frustration of some much loved writer friends who send out their first manuscripts over and over and get a ton of “finalists” but don’t get chosen. At least not yet. It’s a shame because these are very strong writers and I want to hug them and tell them to ignore the noise and that they’re terrific. If I had my own press I would have already published them. I don’t want them to feel that they are “less” as people or writers because today’s trends or editors don’t validate their work. In the letters of Virginia Woolf I’m reading, she tells another younger writer that she didn’t publish a thing (besides reviews) in her thirties. And her forties were when she wrote and published nearly all of the work we consider ‘important’ today. Sometimes it takes time to come into your own.

I’ve also watched some friends get wonderful news – my friend Kelli Russell Agodon just won a PSA prize for lyric poetry – and Martha Silano has a new book, Gravity Assist, coming out with a book launch in a few weeks – which, yes, I am actually happy to celebrate. You want your friends to succeed. You cross your fingers for them and cry when they cry and rejoice when they finally get the good news. As a reviewer, I come across a lot of poetry books – some of which absolutely blow me away. They are so good they are humbling.

Tomorrow I’m meeting up for coffee with a new friend who not only does poetry but documentary filmmaking (which seems an even more difficult world than poetry.) I think the best cure for feeling unloved, rejected, is to get back out there, send out your work (which I’m doing right after this post – carrying a poetry manuscript – a paper submission – to the post office) and get together with other creative folks.

This is also a great time to remind you not to feel “less than” when you go to AWP next month. It doesn’t matter if you’re not “poetry famous” or whatever. The most important thing is to go, try to have fun, talk to a few other people in your line of work that you like about their survival tips, and talk (gulp) to editors and publishers. (There are publishers I decided never to send to because I didn’t like the way they acted at AWP, I’ll admit – and I’d rather know ahead of time about the type of person that runs a press than get an unhappy surprise later!) Don’t worry about your fame level, worry about your fun level. Make plans to meetup with some online friends for the first time in real life. Dawdle at the book fair over a table of beautiful chapbooks or lit mags.  Go to a Portland art gallery or museum or, if the weather is kind, the famous Rose/Japanese garden (or Powell’s or VooDoo Doughnuts – you do you!) The point is, use it an empowering exercise rather than a way to make yourself feel small because someone looks at your name tag and turns away – hey, it happens. But discover great books, make new friends, and take advantage of a proudly weird city to do something out of the ordinary that you find fun. Dress up. Be proud that you are out there and trying in a world where most people never even try.

Valentines in the Snow, Beautiful Ghosts at Roq La Rue Gallery, and Writing into the Winter Quiet

Valetine’s Day Flowers

Valentines in the Snow

Our plans for Valentine’s Day on Thursday were somewhat squelched by the snow and downed trees still around our neighborhood – the National Guard was called in to help people on the East side of Seattle dig out of their streets, people stranded by snow that refused to melt and unable to leave their neighborhoods on icy hills. Still, we drove out to a movie in the cold slush, which was fun after our weeks of being snowed in.

We decided to reschedule our Valentine’s Day plans, which included going to the opening of Roq La Rue’s group show, “Beautiful Ghost.” But it turned out the part of the art the gallery had planned to show was delayed because of the snow.

We finally tried to dig our garden out of the snow. We lost a little weeping birch that fell over under the weight of a foot and a half of wet snow and ice. Many cherry and apple trees on our street were knocked down, which was heartbreaking, and our neighborhood roads were actually blocked in both directions by huge downed evergreen trees – thank goodness for a neighbor who owned a chainsaw who cleared an area for cars to get in and out. My next door neighbor’s fifteen-year -old lilacs were split at the base. Nasty snow. Also, we had a nine hour power outage – but one of my friends nearby had a 24-hour outage – not much fun in the cold.

Glenn and I dressed for post-Valentine’s Day

Beautiful Ghosts at Roq La Rue

On Saturday, there was still snow on the ground, and a chill cold grey cloud dousing us with rain, but we were determined to do a little celebrating. We dressed up and went downtown to Roq La Rue, got to see the “Beautiful Ghost” show, and I spent time floating around the ghostly art. I have said before that I think being around art is important for writers, and even though I’m not a gifted visual artist myself, something about being around art and artists makes me feel happier and more inspired.

Me posing with “Bonny Swan” by Kai Carpenter

Here are a few shots of the pieces at the show, and me next to one of my favorites, “The Bonny Swan,” which reflects the narrative of an old English/Scottish broadside and folk song about a younger daughter pushed into the river by her older sister so that she could marry her younger sister’s fiancee. A harp is made from the drowned girls hair and bones that sings of her murderer. Yeah, I can see why I’d be attracted to it. Dead girl transformations, Scottish murder ballads, crimes being told by ghosts, instruments made out of bones?

Other pieces I was captivated by were this ghostly cardinal and “The Ghost of Miss Darcy Three Fish”

Afterwards we ambled through Elliot Bay Books, where Glenn got coffee and I picked up a copy of The Penguin Book of Japanese Stories, edited by Jay Rubin (a terrific translator whom I got to meet and think the world of) and introduced by Haruki Murakami, but I would have bought it just to see the stories by Yoko Ogawa and Banana Yoshimoto.

A Feature on Women Horror Writers and Writing into the Quiet

Anyway, we finally started getting mail and packages again, but there is snow again in the weather forecast next week. Feeling very ready for some sunshine and warmer weather. I want to see daffodils and cherry blossoms, not murdered cherry trees and bulbs buried under snow. The political climate and the weather have together been so depressing, maybe I’ll go sing drowned swan ballads to cheer myself up!

Speaking of horror and wintertime, a big thank you to Gallows Hill for including Field Guide to the End of the World in this feature on women horror writers! Click here to pick up a copy!

End of February can be a tough time for writers, because it tends to be a season on waiting on submissions, of still-too-long nights and dreary short days, of sad music (Ahem, acoustic version of “Northern Lights” by Death Cab and hey, for the heck of it, a version of “Bonny Swan”) So be kind to yourself, watch something that makes you laugh, read a novel or bring in some tulips. Spring awaits. Write into the cold wind.

New Q&A Up at Gingerbread Lit Mag, Seattle Snowpocalypse 2019, Snowbound (with Cats)

Snowy Back Porch View

Seattle Snowpocalypse 2019

Since I’ve last written, winter has appeared – with a vengeance – in Seattle. Last weekend it snowed five inches here – and never melted. Last night we got hit with another four inches. Grocery store shelves empty, traffic snarls, icy roads, helping cars stuck in the snow – we might not be able to leave the house for a while as no roads at ALL got plowed in my city of Woodinville. At least the cats got to enjoy it! One extra chore has been unfreezing and refilling our hummingbird feeders, as hummingbirds need extra fuel to stay warm in this cold spell.

A Q&A with Gingerbread House Literary Magazine

Thanks to Gingerbread House Literary Magazine who posted this Q&A feature on fairy tales and poetry with me today: Gingerbread House Q&A with Jeannine Hall Gailey.

Ironically they posted my poem about the White Witch last week, and then it seems the White Witch of Narnia has descended on us in Seattle to install an unending winter! Seriously, we have no temperatures above freezing on the forecast for a week and more! This is much colder (and snowier) than average for us. By late February we usually have some trees starting to bloom – not this year, it seems.

Early snowfall on my garden – now it’s covered!

Snowbound

So, with no way to escape and trapped indoors, what are my plans? Working on a Plath essay on spec, a fellowship application, and received two acceptances in the last few days (both of which, unfortunately, were stuck in my spam folder, so I didn’t even get to celebrate them right away.) I may send out one of my poetry manuscripts another couple of times, too. Still reading Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath’s letters, and checked Mary Shelley’s apocalypse novel The Last Man out of the library. And although January was full of rejections, I’ve had two acceptances this week. Thinking about starting our taxes, finally. If I hadn’t already gone a little crazy from being stuck inside last week by the snow, I’m sure I’ll be a little “The Shining” by the end of this one.

Birthday and Superbowl Celebrations, pre-snow

Last weekend we celebrated my little brother and sister-in-law’s birthdays along with the Superbowl. The bad part was we fed them all our food and then were stuck on icy roads trying to restock the fridge. We haven’t had trash pickup or any delivery trucks since then, and the grocery store stocks have been raided – dairy cases empty, bread, lettuce, bananas, meat – all gone. The day we got out to Redmond, it took us an hour to get back to Woodinville – usually an eleven minute drive. Out on the road, spinouts are common, jack-knifed trucks block lanes of the highway, and Glenn had to rescue a woman in a Prius stuck in ice on the bottom of our own street, which is a mild hill! Seattle, Woodinville, and Kirkland aren’t really equipped to deal with snow – they don’t have snowplows, they don’t salt the roads, which tend towards curves and hills, even main thoroughfares remain treacherous and covered with ice in our hilly area of Woodinville/Kirkland. Many folks here (besides us midwestern transplants – I literally had my Driver’s Ed driving classes in a steep, hilly Cincinnati neighborhood, with ice and snow fog and poorly operating brakes in an old car, so besides my MS vertigo, I’m a darn good ice driver) have no experience driving in the snow. One of the days we actually got out, a Miata spun out in front of us and nearly hit us pulling out of a driveway onto a main thoroughfare and ended up blocking both lanes. So if you live in the area, be careful! The hardware stores have been sold out of snow shovels and de-icer for a week. Try to keep your hummingbirds fed (and a birdbath with water – birds are looking for water with all this ice and snow) And be sure to keep your phone charged, your car full of gas, and a shovel and kitty litter in the back of your bar (along with water and blankets) in case you get stuck. The woman who got stuck on our street said she called both AAA and the local police and both were too busy to help individuals who were stranded – there are too many stranded cars!

So, as a writer, I certainly have no excuse not to do some reading, writing, and more tedious tasks (cleaning, taxes, fellowship applications, submitting…) Wish me luck and no power outages! We are supposed to have more snow all week and wind and freezing temperatures.

PS Be extra friendly to your neighbors who may be disabled – crutches, canes, and wheelchairs all have issues on the ice, so even getting their mail may be treacherous. Be extra kind to teach other. If you have to drink some extra hot chocolate, pull out that extra blanket and book you’ve been meaning to read, make a phone call (if you have power) to someone who haven’t talked to in a while – and enjoy the quiet.

 

The Winter Witch Arrives in Seattle, New Poem up at Gingerbread House Lit, Queen Anne and More Sylvia Plath, and Looking Towards Spring

Hummingbird closeup (immature Anna’s?)

The Winter Witch Arrives in Seattle

Sure, it’s been a polar vortex in half of the country for a week, but today is the first day we’re actually getting cold temperatures and a chance of snow – and the cold weather’s hanging around for a whole week! I’m still struggling to get over my cough, which has been hanging around since January 1. So keep warm out there!

Gingerbread House  – “The White Witch Retreats”

A big thank you to Gingerbread House literary Magazine for publishing my weather-appropriate poem, “The White Witch Retreats,” complete with a beautiful piece of art work. It’s sort of a mashup of Narnia’s White Witch, the Snow Queen, and Game of Thrones mythology, with a dose of environmental concerns…Fun, right? I can’t get away entirely, it seems, from fairy tale poetry!

An Outing Across Town…Traffic, Open Books, and Trying to Track Down Medicine

One of my prescription medicines has been discontinued, and we tracked down a last dose at a pharmacy in Queen Anne. No problem, it’ll be a thirty minute trip across town. No, it was a four-hour round trip! The new “tunnel” – replacing the Alaska Way Viaduct – opened and traffic was the worst I’ve seen it in a while, compounded with so much construction and destruction it looked like an apocalypse had occurred in certain stretches of downtown. And 30,000 people running through the tunnel, along with a protest of people in wheelchairs protesting for more accessible design traversing downtown (which is sorely needed!)

We ducked out of the traffic for a moment to stop at Kerry Park at sunset (hadn’t been there in a while, but definitely one of the best views of the Seattle skyline around) and after we had the prescription safely in hand, we stopped in right before closing to Open Books, and picked up Dorianne Laux‘s beautiful new and selected book of poetry Only As the Day is Long, and also picked up Float in the Space Between: A Life and Work in Conversation with the Life and Work of Etheridge Knight by Terrance Hayes. And Glenn snapped a photo of Field Guide to the End of the World on display! Glenn also snapped a pic of me in my somewhat sad and barren looking February garden. It’ll be much prettier in a month, I promise – already the hyacinth and daffodil bulbs are poking up. I look tired (not sleeping well as a result of this dang cough) but hey, this is probably what I’ll look like at AWP too – I rarely sleep during the three-day poetry-extravaganza – although I might have another pink hair mood by then!

Sylvia Plath Road Trips, Poetry Publishing World Quotes, and Looking Towards Spring

A few days with cold rain and a cold have given me time to catch up on my reading, specifically Virginia Woolf’s letters and now I’m dead in the middle of Sylvia Plath’s letters, Volume II. I thought this quote might have about today’s poetry publishing world, instead of 1959’s:

Here’s a quote regarding not getting the Yale Younger Prize in Summer, 1959:
“I am currently quite gloomy about this poetry book of about 46 poems, 37 of them published (and all written since college, which means leaving out lots of published juvenalia.) I just got word from the annual Yale Contest that I “missed by a whisper” and it so happened that a louse of a guy I know I know personally, who writes very glib light verse with no stomach to them, won, and he lives around the corner & is an editor at a good publishing house here, and I have that very annoying feeling which is tempting to write off as sour grapes that my book was deeper, if more grim, and all those other feelings of thwart. I don’t want to try a novel until I feel I am writing good salable short stories for the simple reason that the time, sweat and tears involved in a 300-page book which is rejection all round is too large to cope with while I have the book of Poems kicking about. Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don’t have pure motives (O-it’s-such-fun-I-just-can’t-stop-who-cares-if-it’s-published-or-read) about writing. It is more fun to me, than it was when I used to solely as a love-and-admiration-getting mechanism (bless my psychiatrist.) But I still want to see it ritualized in print.”
(She’s referring to George Starbuck, a neo-formalist who went on to run the Iowa Writers Workshop and may have had CIA connections…please read Finks: How the CIA Tricked the World’s Best Writers to learn more about the CIA’s deep connections to the literary world and all we hold dear…Oh Sylvia, if you had only known how deep the cronyism and favoritism went back then for male writers…you might have been less bitter, but maybe not.)

The other fascinating section was a part describing an All-American road trip Ted and Sylvia took in 1959, where they went camping and fishing in State Parks all across America, from the east coast to Montana (where they enjoyed $2 steaks!) and Yellowstone (where their car was attacked by a bear while they were in it) with Sylvia fishing like a champ all the way to California. It was such an extraordinarily interesting portrayal of Sylvia Plath’s life as outdoorsy camper girl that it made me wonder if she would have been happier staying in America (almost certainly) and such a vital presence – not the moody glum portrait most Plath readers have in their mind. Her travel writing is descriptive and gripping, which makes me wish someone would make a book and movie out of this episode in Sylvia and Ted’s life.

From Woolf’s letters, I was entertained at letters from Virginia and Leonard’s “courtship” in which she admits she isn’t physically attracted to Leonard and after his proposal, pleads to “let her remain free.” The least romantic love letters ever, perhaps! Of course she did get married, and apparently even wanted children before doctors advised Leonard it wouldn’t be good for her health (and since there was no contraception available in 1914, this means…well, draw your own conclusions.) And yet they stayed married until her death many years later. Virginia and Leonard provide an interesting portrait of a working literary marriage – very different from Sylvia who you wish could have adopted a little of Virginia’s frostiness towards Ted!

Well, off to get ready for a birthday celebration for my little brother/Superbowl party, which means Glenn has made enough food for an army and we hope the windstorm and snow don’t start up til after! Have a happy February week, and remember, spring is around the corner now!

Midwinter Sun, Four New Poems up at Live Encounters, Money and Poetry, and Plath’s New Book

Glenn and I near a creek in Woodinville

A Hint of Spring Sun

Greetings from Seattle! We had a little peek of sunshine today, so even though I’m still fighting off this virus from hell, I got out a little bit and saw the sun! We had deer visitors, the birds have been chirping like it’s springtime (even though it’s still a little chilly outside.) So if anyone tells you it rains all the time in Seattle, well, I post these pictures as proof that is not technically true.

Nature Poems up at Live Encounter

Sneak Peek at two of my poems up at Live Encounter

I love taking pictures of nature, as you may know if you follow this blog, but I don’t often write about it. That’s why these four poems, up at Live Encounter, may surprise you: “Halloween, 2018,” “Charmed,” “November Dark,” and “Lost Flowers.” These are the sorts of poems I write that never end up in books – orphaned, one-offs, or just not themed in a way that lends itself to a certain collection. Do you have poems like this?

Nature Pics: Baby Hummingbird, Super Wolf Moon Eclipse, Deer Gangs

Speaking of which, here are some nature pics: a gang of deer, a baby hummingbird, and a few pics of the Super Wolf Moon eclipse (I didn’t sleep right for three days afterwards, FYI,)

Reading the new Sylvia Plath Story

Sylvia with her namesake’s book – four paws up!

Delighted to receive my copy of “Mary Ventura and the Ninth Kingdom,” a new short story published by Faber & Faber that Sylvia Plath wrote when she was 20 years old, and Mademoiselle rejected. She didn’t work on the story again for two years, and when she did, she diminished the mystery and darkness of it. A reminder that we, as writers, often let editors guide what and how we write way too often – and just because something is rejected, doesn’t mean it isn’t good. She was just way ahead of her time. This story seems today, Murakami-esque, in the school of magical realism or symbolism – some resemblances to the story of Snowpiercer, in fact – at the time, it must have been very surprising reading indeed. I wish she had been encouraged to write more short fiction – this piece shows she had a real talent for it. One more lesson from Sylvia: don’t let editors discourage you from writing something different, or something people haven’t seen before. Or, in modern parlance, F&ck the haters.

A Little Midwinter Panic (Health, Money and Poetry)

I’m already indulging in a little midwinter panic – first, AWP Portland (will I be healthy? Will I get sick while I’m there? What in the heck is the hotel going to be like – will it be accessible? Will the conference be more accessible than last time? Will I be able to meet with everyone I want to, or get all the books and lit mags I want home?) Also, health stuff – will I ever get better from this virus (as I speak, on a new inhaler and antibiotic and still running 100 degree fever and coughing like the dickens). I have to go get my thyroid checked out and some more cancer tests at the endocrinologist on Monday. And then I had this dream about the afterlife and how I told the afterlife people I shouldn’t have spent so much of my life trying to be a poet, that I should have aimed higher and tried to be a rock star instead. So obviously mid-life crisis-ing – this often coincides with about the time I do my yearly taxes, which shows my yearly writing expenditures vs income. This may be the first year I actually made more from royalties than I made from freelance writing – which was still not very much.

I also posted a link to this article on Vox about money and a life in the arts. I’ll try to post a little more about my thoughts on poetry, money, and Plath a little later in the week, but to put it shortly: yes, a life in the arts is almost impossible without marrying money or having family money, no, most people won’t be able to pay off their MFA student loans writing (or even teaching, as I discovered to my dismay as an adjunct.) If publishers want “diverse” voices – women, writers of color, disabled writers – as much as they say they do, they should offer to waive those exorbitant submission fees, or they are literally ruling out the people they say they want to publish – and they should publish those “diverse” voices more often, rather than straight white men who happen to come from money (a dismaying majority, still.)  Sylvia letters reveal a great deal of anxiety about money, starting when she was fairly young – always worried she didn’t have enough of it, always looking for a side hustle though she was desperate for time just to write – having two young children and a terrible husband didn’t help that, of course. I would even say that Ted running off with their entire bank account and leaving Sylvia to support their two children alone may even have contributed to Sylvia’s death. So money is serious, and anyone who gives people advice about becoming a poet or artist or whatever ought to be frank about what is involved, and the hardships moneywise people will face. I still remember the advice I tried to give the students in the MFA program I taught in – I didn’t come from money, and many of those MFA students certainly financially struggling and from working-class backgrounds – and I was often distraught when I had to tell them the truth – how little I made from teaching (less than minimum wage,) how that was often the case for women who are most often assigned adjunct teaching roles and very rarely make tenure, how little I make from writing, despite some serious hustle on my part, how technical writing paid my bills for years until I became too sick to do it full-time, and that is why I had the time to become a poet, but how I would probably still be working for the man if I had the health for it (ironically, mostly because working for the man provides the best health care.) I am still paying my student loans off. I do not make enough to pay them off as a writer – I have to rely on my husband’s help. That’s not cool, but it is the reality. I wonder often if I’m doing the right thing (see: afterlife dream) putting so much effort and time into poetry when it seems to give so little back – and I still wonder if the MFA was a silly expenditure for me. I wish more poets – and other people in the arts – were more up front about how the got where they are, how they afford their life, and how much their students can expect to do with their MFA once they get it. The truth about money – it’s part of politics, even poetry politics, and the more we keep it a secret, the more power it has over us.

Anyway, read the article for yourself and let me know your thoughts! Or just stress out about AWP 🙂

New Poem in Star*Line, Supermoon Eclipses, A Little Seattle Color, and Surviving January by Reading Writers’ Words on Writing

Sylvia and Shakespeare taking care of my books

Down Time: Reading Writers’ Words About Writing

Good morning! At left you can see what I’ve been doing with my time – mostly sick in bed, surrounded by books and cats. Last night I finished Ursula Le Guin’s Words Are My Matter, from Small Beer Press. My favorite bits from the writing of her last decade were an essay called “Disappearing Grandmothers,” a diary of her time at our local Writer’s Retreat Hedgebook on Whidbey Island, “Learning to Write Science Fiction from Virginia Woolf” (whose letters I have been reading,) and some of her reviews, including Philip K. Dick. Quick quote from “Disappearing Grandmothers:”
“We really can’t go on letting good writers be disappeared and buried because they weren’t men, while writers who should be left to rot in peace are endlessly resurrected, the zombies of criticism and curriculum, because they weren’t women.”
I get the feeling I would really have gotten along with Ursula. And her commentary on Virginia Woolf made me realize why I’d been picking up her writings again – she really did have a way of approaching old subject matter in a singular way. I’m learning a lot from reading non-living writers, and coincidentally, a friend just sent me a collection by Mary Oliver, who recently passed away. Of course, we should appreciate and cheer our living writers, both friends and heroes, too! But it does feel fascinating to be reading letters from Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf, and essays by Ursula Le Guin – like the most terrific conversation with women writers across time.

A New Poem in Star*Line

Thanks to Star*Line (this issue was edited by Vince Gotera) for publishing my poem “Self-Portrait as Pretty Monster.” If you join the SFPA you get a subscription to Star*Line for free. Here’s a sneak peek:

 

A Little Seattle Color and January Wildlife

Lest you think from my ramblings that in Seattle our January is always a dull grey and the rain never ceases, a rare sunny day when I was able to get out and do a little nature photography (and pose with an antique red truck – what a cheerful color!) Hummingbirds are regular visitors thanks to our feeders and deer love to eat the new grass that grows this time of year. In our neighborhood, you can usually find an array on antique cars or car shows on any sunny day. And I love all kinds of flowers, but this time of year, coral roses seem especially vibrant and cheering. Glenn’s been making a new quick-jam that I got out of a magazine called cranberry-pear butter (we make it in the instant pot, not a slow cooker, much faster) and not only is it beautiful, it’s delicious (the ginger really makes it pop and feel winter-appropriate!) Great on greek yogurt, a scone or a slice of pear-cranberry-ginger cake.

Supermoon Eclipse of 2019

Tomorrow night is the only full lunar eclipse of 2019 – and usually the night sky here is very cloudy – or it’s raining – this time of year. I hope you are able to watch it (around 6:30 Pacific, 9:30 Eastern) but I always feel a tinge of foreboding around supermoons in general and supermoon eclipses in particular. The red color of a lunar eclipse is so eerie. I do not consider myself superstitious and particularly astrologically-wise but moon cycles really get to me, and I think they affect something not just in the earth (tides, etc) but something in the human body. I wrote a poem about how eclipses are supposed to take away the veil between dimensions and worlds, between the subconscious and conscious. Lunacy and all that. Perhaps this year the supermoon will bring us good changes this year, which I think we could use with all the lunacy in the world right now. Here’s wishing good health and new poems to you and to me!

Jeannine Hall Gailey

Jeannine Hall GaileyJeannine 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.

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