A Video of my Reading, Border Crossing, September Heat
- At September 12, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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In case you’d like to see me read from all three of my books plus a bonus new poem that will be featured in the 2014 Poet’s Market…here’s a video of my part in the Jack Straw reading at the UW’s University Bookstore. (Thanks to my husband for taking the video, and to Chelsea Werner-Jatzke for the kind introduction.)
If you like these poems, you can buy my books here, here, and here. Or order a signed copy directly from me (and possibly get some swag!) here. Yes, it’s almost fall, though it may not feel like it – time to buy some poetry books! I have my new favorites, including Forty–One Jane Doe’s from Carrie Olivia Adams and Special Powers and Abilities by Raymond McDaniel, waiting to be reviewed.
And here’s a link to the Fall 2013 issue of Border Crossing, which features one of my poems, “Phosphorus Girl:”
http://www.lssu.edu/bc/SelectedexcerptsfromVolume3.php
It’s been crazy hot here in Seattle – we broke a record yesterday at 93 degrees, and remember most stuff (including most homes and businesses) isn’t air-conditioned out here. And it’s muggy. The days are getting shorter, though – we drove home through darkness at 8 PM, it feels like just a second ago 8 PM wasn’t even sunset. I’m in the midst of planning things – mostly hopeful things – looking forward to the temperatures dropping and the leaves turning, the rituals of September – buying bright notebooks, baking again, and something I haven’t done enough of in the last year – spending time with friends, catching up on what we did all summer. This week, drink some frozen watermelon lemonade and grill out one last time in the late heat, pick up a book, buy some highlighters, pick some sunflowers, kiss someone on the lips. It’s the last long days of waning summer…
A Jack Straw Reading at University Bookstore, A Poem Feature, and Pondering Publishers…
- At September 10, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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All righty, enough sad posts for this week. Thanks to Bridle Path Press who is featuring two of my Robot Scientist Daughter poems this week here. They’re only up for a few more days so hurry and catch them!
I’m reading at the UW University Bookstore downtown tonight at 7 PM as part of the Jack Straw Writers reading series with terrific poets Daemond Arrindell and Larry Crist. Show up if you can – it’ll be a good show!
Pondering Publishers…
So, my next book will be my fourth, and I wish I had a ton of wisdom to share now about how to go about choosing a publisher for your poetry book. It seems like, yes, there’s the contest system, there’s open submissions (which sometimes still charge fees,) and there are presses that take submissions any time. It seems the larger poetry presses are reading less, but small poetry presses are proliferating, thank goodness, so maybe that makes up for it. At last week’s twitter #poetparty, I asked poets about what they looked for in a press. Not only am I thinking about how to decide where to publish my own next book, but I’m thinking in terms of starting a small press myself someday soon. Here are some of the top answers:
- Input or say in the cover art. That was really a high priority for a lot of poets, and with good reason – a lot of people pick up a book of poetry (or not) because of the cover.
- Distribution didn’t seem as important to most poets at the twitter poetparty as it does to me. I think now that distribution – even if the three main ways books are sold by poets is either at readings, on Amazon, or directly through the press’s web site – is an important consideration when you sign up with a press. You want your book to get out into the world.
- A good working relationship with the editor. Yes, that does seem important. I often send to presses because I like the editor’s voice.
- Royalty rates, author copies, longevity of press, and how the press markets their books were also considerations. I like to see that the press is active on social media, has an e-mail newsletter where they promote their books, and that it has a decent, easy-to-navigate web site. Does the press do e-books? Have their books won major prizes recently (see below…)
- Something that wasn’t brought up but strikes me as important as someone who has done this three times…how willing is the press to send out review copies? How many prizes will they send your book to, and are they willing to send copies/pay fees? For poetry books, getting attention is tough, and getting any kind of prize recognition and reviews really helps get the word out.
What else do you think are the most important things to think about when a poet signs up with a press? Yes, you can also say “the press accepted my manuscript” as an important consideration, but I think that we need to think beyond “they like my work” to what the press is going to do for the book once it’s published (or not.) There was also a discussion of POD versus traditional print run, self-publishing versus traditional publishing, and options in-between. The publishing world is changing, and the poetry publishing world in particular is kind of morphing before our eyes, and it’s our job to keep up as well as we can.
A Review on the Rumpus and Degenerative Demyelinating Disease
- At September 08, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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First, the good news: a new review of Unexplained Fevers is up on The Rumpus. Thanks, Rumpus!
So, the bad news that I’ve been referring to in the last few months is this: I’ve seen two neurologists and gotten an MRI, and it appears that there is a consensus that I have some neural lesions in the brain, and what is right now being referred to as degenerative demyelinating disease. This means something – probably an autoimmune problem, maybe some problem with the way my body processes B12, maybe multiple sclerosis – is making my myelin sheaths deteriorate. Mostly, so far, this has impacted me in motor skill areas – if you’ve been around me in the last few years, you may have noticed a wheelchair, a cane, or just an inability to climb stairs – the symptoms kind of vary by day – and can be measured in things like weird reflexes, numb hands and feet, that sort of thing. The symptoms weren’t obvious…the numbness in hands and feet, dropping things, injuring myself falling a bunch of times, fatigue and new headaches. It took me a while to even get motivated to get myself evaluated (with anaphylaxis, yes, you get yourself right to a doctor, with numb feet and stumbling – it’s more, meh.) The good news is, both neurologists think they’ve caught it early, and one of the two neurologists thought maybe we could start a treatment plan right away. I’m actually feeling more optimistic now than I have in a few months, because being told that you have something wrong in your brain when you’ve relied on your brain for a long time to be the one part of you that works really well was a bit of a shock, but now it has worn off. I have friends with MS and other neurological disorders who have been super supportive and helpful, I’ve read up on the subject (really starting from zero on this one – I knew way more about my genetic bleeding disorder and allergies than I did about the neurological systems – must have been asleep during that part of my biology classes). I couldn’t talk about it for a long time even with my friends and family, and I wondered about “coming out” here about this here on the blog, because what if some publisher didn’t want to work with me because of it or what if it cost me a job, but then I thought, it’s a bit more empowering to let people know – hey, I can’t climb stairs because I have this kind of disease rather than just vaguely mumble about it forever, or refer darkly to “health problems” on the blog. (Oh, and if anyone has been paying attention to the blog up til now, you already know I’ve had some health issues. I mean, I named my last book “unexplained fevers” for a reason. It’s not like I was some kind of Olympic champion, racing up and down stairs with sacks of potatoes before this. Ha!) So now you know. If you’re a publisher or an employer, I promise I can still sell books (as well as I ever could – it’s poetry!) and work just the same, as long as you’re not asking me to do toe curls or stair races. I feel hopeful that the new treatment – it will take a bit of time to tell – will halt some of the further damage this kind of disease could cause, and I’m game for gambling on treatment rather than sitting on my hands.
This is not necessarily poetry related, and I don’t want to define myself by this or any of the other weirdo health stuff I have. I am maybe a mutant, but I have a lot of good things in my life too. I have a kind husband who has been doing most of the major housework around the house, the carrying and lifting and chopping (all not great ideas for me these days.) So I may not be a major tap dancer in years to come – that’s okay with me. I was always happier curled up with a book anyway.
You are not tethered to darkness – and other advice on how to survive hard times
- At September 06, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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So, the news hasn’t been so good lately. You scroll through the headlines and they are all hard to fathom, hard to hope through. You’ve had professional setbacks, you’ve gotten bad news about your health and realized your mortality, you realized your human network isn’t quite as supportive as you’d hoped, the weather is exactly the kind you don’t like. You’ve tethered yourself to darkness. You’ve given up hope. What to do next?
Well, realize first you don’t have to drag all your bad news around you, like a heavy cast iron piece on a rope, all the time. Leave the cast iron piece at home. Untie the rope. This last long weekend I decided to do all the things I hadn’t gotten to do over the summer because I’d been too busy or too sick or too overcommitted or whatever. We went to La Conner, a lovely town known for its tulips and snow geese, and breezed around the river, poking into little shops and galleries. We went to Tacoma’s Point Defiance Zoo, where everything was in bloom, the cool wind off the water was fresh and clean despite the 80 degree heat, and we saw a tiny toddler tiger tumbling with its handler and a clouded leopard cub leaping into the arms of a zoo guide and a serval cub on a leash which was a strange sight indeed. We saw a litter of half-grown meerkats and watched the seals rise and fall from the water. Yesterday we went to downtown Seattle for art – an opening at Roq La Rue, the strange and wondrous little gallery of subversive pop art, to look at a carousel horse severed in half with miniature cities build inside each half, a painting of octopus mermaids and a little girl breaking the shell of an egg with the most interested look in her eyes. At Seattle Art Museum, we snuck in under the wire of the closing of the Japanese fashion exhibit, where one of my favorite Japanese artists, Aya Takano, had put her art all over Issey Miyake’s raincoat and boots. These were all things that were suddenly, clearly more important to do than anything else – more important than doctor appointments, or doing the laundry, or paying bills. If you feel like you are tethered to darkness, you have to remember what tethers you to light.
Last night I dreamed I was a writer who abandoned the earth in the last days to go live on the moon. My dream astronaut/scientist boyfriend and I (clutching a book I had written called “a new beginning,” which was also my boyfriend’s name in Chinese.) I was going there with my boyfriend just to die, because we had given up on earth’s terrible problems, its radiation and plagues and war. Instead we are rescued by moon colonists who tell us in their new world stories are valuable. The devil is named “the destroyer of stories,” and mythology has become as imperative as science to the newborn human culture’s survival.
This morning I wrote three letters: one to my grandmother, one to a friend to whom I owed a birthday card and some chocolate, and a third, poems and a check to a contest. It felt good to do something concrete to put light into the world.
So, what am I talking about? How do you survive hard times? You don’t give up. You don’t forget the importance of story to your culture, to your own humanity. You remember the breeze off the water, the bright assault of blooming things and endangered tiger cubs. You send out messages of hope. You look at art that makes you dream about living on a terra-formed moon.
Interview with Robert Lee Brewer on Solving the World’s Problems
- At September 03, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Five Questions (and one bonus question) with Robert Lee Brewer, whose first book of poetry, Solving the World’s Problems, just came out! I’ll be writing a short review of his book for Crab Creek Review later on, but for now, I thought we’d do a short interview…with the title poem from the book included at the end of the interview.

1. I love the title of the book. Which came first, the title or the poem? (I’ll include the poem at the end of this interview, as it’s also one of my favorites from the book.)Also, I just love the idea that a book of poetry is going to solve all the world’s problems. Wouldn’t that be nice?
RLB: The poem came first, and I love it for several reasons. One silly reason is that this poem was born from a failed sestina. In that sense, it’s kind of like a phoenix. Of course, I have quite a few poems that evolve that way. Beyond that, I think it’s the best representation of what I try to accomplish with my poetry. Also, the MESSAGE of that poem sets a good model for solving the world’s problems.
Maybe if more people read poetry, there’d be fewer problems to solve.
2. There’s a lot of surprising innovations in your form – lack of capitalization, interesting spacing – and a lot of what I call “the ghost of form” in your poems. Can you talk a little bit about how the particular style of your poetry in this book developed?
RLB: I’d love to take full credit for the style of this book, but the book would’ve been completely different if it weren’t for my amazing editor in Tom Lombardo. After reading the manuscript a couple times, he noticed that many of my poems were written in tercets even though they weren’t formatted as such. He saw that much of my collection was lyrical and some was narrative. So he challenged me to cut out the narrative and go full throttle on the lyrical. This meant cutting out poems I loved and poems that had impressive “publication credits.” But it was the right thing for the collection.
While I did play around with spacing and capitalization a little, Tom asked if I’d be interested in doing it even more. He never pressured me to do anything, but he gave me gentle nudges and challenges that allowed me to really push the boundaries of what I’d already been doing. I really can’t thank him enough for helping me realize my own strengths.
3. I can see the influences in your work of, say, poets Denise Duhamel or Bob Hicok in your humor, wordplay and whimsical jumps in logic – but you also have a surprising amount of sincere love poetry in the book, and instead of “stream-of-consciousness,” a determined lyricism. Where do you feel that romantic, lyric streak is coming from? There’s a shortage of good lyric love poetry out there, these days, don’t you think?
RLB: I love Duhamel and Hicok, so good call. As far as love poetry, my first poems were written to impress a girl in high school. So I think that’s just naturally part of my foundation as a poet.
For the lyric, my favorite poems are those that combine music and meaning. Two that guide me are Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” and Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Are any of my poems going to accomplish what these do? Doubtful, but they do act as north stars in my poetic sky.
4. So, how do you think editing The Poet’s Market for the last few years has influenced what you write, if at all? Did it affect the way you sent out the book and obtained a publisher? What do you feel was the best, most useful thing you learned as an editor that you could use as a poet?
RLB: While I think the Poet’s Market is an incredible resource that will benefit poets a great deal, my writing has been influenced more by the Poetic Asides blog (http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides). While going through the process of blogging, I’ve been put in a position of reading more poets, learning new poetic forms, creating prompts, examining trends, and more.
That said, working as an editor on Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market has helped me keep perspective on how the business side of writing is handled. So I realize how subjective the business is, how persistence usually pays off if you’re always trying to learn and improve, and how rejections are not personal.
Even with that perspective, my choice to submit to Press 53 was an emotional one. I wanted a small publisher that cares about reaching an audience and that creates beautiful books, because many book buyers do judge books by their covers. Also, I have a thing for the number eight and the five and three in Press 53 equal eight. Hey, it worked.
5. And, you know, because I love the “geeky” side of poetry, I’d like to ask you about your algebraic references in “worried about ourselves: “what happens when we have/ / time to think we transform x into y/ and dismiss the existence of z now/ only a letter that signals the end”
Don’t you know poets are supposed to be afraid of math? Just kidding. (I wrote my own take on those old algebraic questions here, “Introduction to Algebra:” http://atticusreview.org/introduction-to-algebra/)
I love those kinds of twists hiding inside your poems – algebra at the end of the world, God wearing a baseball cap. Do you feel like you were trying to bring in a variety of subjects not usually considered fit for examination by poet – work, algebra, grocery store trips? And, if I’m not wrong, there’s a bit of an apocalyptic tone to some of these poems, an intimation of the end of the world, especially as promised at the end of the last poem “when the money & the food ran out”
RLB: As far as the math, I’m a bit of an outlier with English majors in that I love math, especially statistics. In fact, while it was not intentional, I’m pleased that when you do a book search on Solving the World’s Problems on Amazon that it shows up with a book on math.
I write so many poems, but I don’t try to get them all published. I think the ones that have those twists are the ones that are more interesting to me. If they’re more interesting to me, I figure they have a better chance of being interesting to others. Of course, my stack of rejections often confirms for me that I have a unique sense of what’s interesting.
And you’re absolutely not wrong about the apocalyptic tone. When we settled on the cover image for this book, I thought it was perfect because it seemed to illustrate a troubled optimism, which I think is the tone of the collection as a whole.
6. Bonus question: I spent the years between the ages of eleven and twenty-five in Cincinnati, and I think you lived there for some time as well. So, what do you think is the best place to go hear poetry in Cincinnati? And, second –where to go for the best pizza? I need to strategize my next visit to see my family out there.
RLB: I went to college at the University of Cincinnati and worked in Cincy for years before moving down to the Atlanta area. My favorite place to hear poetry was on campus. That’s where I first heard Robert Bly, Louise Gluck, and others.
Cincinnati has a lot of great pizza places, but my favorite is Dewey’s Pizza, which includes dishes with names like Socrates’ Revenge and Edgar Allan Poe.
solving the world’s problems
by Robert Lee Brewer
i began as eyelashes blocking the sun
and my father was a digital clock
in a dark cave my father counted
out the minutes as i kept myself
from myself in this way i learned to kiss
years later when i became a horse
i ran the hot blood out of my body
father turned into a dream filled
with fire and a horrible laugh i
burned into a cloud of smoke
father became a phone call and then
silence i worried what i might
transform into next i worried
what i might already be then
i forgave father
A Radio Interview is Up!
- At September 01, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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A quick post to let you know my radio interview at KWBU is up – you can listen to the full version or the quick abridged version:
http://www.kwbu.org/index.php?id=66532
Special thanks to Jim McKeown for doing a great job with the interview! (My own regret: I mispronounced the name of one of my favorite people and poets, Dorianne Laux – it’s pronounced “Lox” not “Low.” Dang that cold medicine I had that morning! And in the longer version, you can hear me forgetting the title of “A Visit to the Goon Squad..”)
What to Do When Life Rains on Your Parade
- At August 29, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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This is not a post about literal rain which, as a Northwest-type, I embrace with either a pink raincoat or a really big hummingbird umbrella. (Note: Most Northwest-types do not carry umbrellas, but then I was not born and raised here, so…)
If you’ve been following along with me here on the blog, you’ll know I’ve had some major weirdness going on in the health department that continues to be worrisome but that we’re working towards 1. getting a diagnosis on and 2. getting some treatment for active symptoms. On top of that, I’ve had some dental emergencies (oh, the fun of turning forty – all your teeth turn against you!) and some extra virus attacks (bronchitis, sinusitis, and a real, actual stomach flu in the last six weeks.) Oh, and the continuing news about the bad economy and maybe an upcoming war with Syria isn’t exactly a blast of hope and cheerfulness.
But I realized that my schedule will fill up with unpleasant things, and sometimes I have to cancel things I want to do (like the reading in Portland) which would have been fun, but that doesn’t mean I just give up and say “well, there’s no space in my life for anything fun or good.” No, because when life gets really tough, that’s when you need the fun and the good and the positive most of all. So I took a hard look at my schedule in post-Labor-Day September (a whirlwind of readings, doctor and dentist appointments) and decided that what I really needed was a good old-fashioned getaway for a weekend to a place I loved, maybe San Juan Island or Port Townsend, now that the tourists will mostly be gone and the weather will still be that cusp-of-fall weather (although hopefully sans the mugginess we just can’t seem to escape this month – very unusual for Seattle!) I decided to stop reading depressing books I wasn’t really enjoying anyway and move on to books that will be more enjoyable to read. This is the time to watch things that make you laugh (hence my MST3K DVD rentals from the library), to not be too hard on yourself (though I feel my lack of productivity for the last several days immensely – I haven’t been sleeping, writing, or sending anything out…did I mention I haven’t been able to sleep so my ability to think clearly is also lessened, my apologies if I’m rambling here) and to focus on the good, the pink raincoats and hummingbird umbrellas of life. Because life will pick you up and shake you around in its grip if you let it. The way to maintain your horizon is to remember that despite everything, there is still something beautiful, something fun, something hilarious around the edges of your life that you might miss if you don’t keep your eyes open. When I get well enough, I want to take a spontaneous day trip out to the Tacoma Zoo, where Serval kittens, clouded leopard cubs and baby tigers are waiting, to the Seattle Art Museum, where they have an exhibit on futuristic Japanese fashion.
At forty I have been around long enough to note that the worst thing that depression takes away from you – as a writer, as a human being – is the ability to look forward to something. Long-term health struggles can bring on the same feelings of hopelessness and anger and apathy. I’m frustrated when I can’t do things (like travel to a reading) that I was looking forward to, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up on trying to do the small things that make me happy. The Poetryworld can also make you feel small and hopeless. But we can’t let these things – being sick, being depressed, or feeling like a failure at something we’re trying to do – define us. We choose how to define ourselves and we control what we dwell on. I may be sick in bed today, but I can dream about being a superhero. I can write a review of someone’s book, I can send work out into the world, I can try to write something that challenges me, I can call a friend I love to talk to, or even something simple like thinking about a short trip to the ocean (and its whales, otters, and seals) in September.
Missing You, Portland and What to Do When Plans are Thwarted
- At August 26, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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I’m so sorry to say, Portland friends, that I will not be making it out to Portland tonight for my reading with Kelly Davio at Annie’s Blooms due to being too sick to travel. I hope you still go to catch Kelly Davio reading from her new book, who is not only a terrific person but a wonderful writer! I hope to make it back out to Portland to visit soon.
I had big plans for fun this last weekend, but ended up spending most of it in bed, sleeping through my less than stellar symptoms (sneeze, cough, stomach ache, etc.) I watched old MST3K DVDs Glenn got me from the library, tried to read my writing magazines but didn’t have quite the mental energy for that, and also tried to look at submissions and my review pile of books. Sometimes our best laid plans get thwarted, and when that happens, I try to move to the next best thing on my list to look forward to. I’m looking at a crowded reading schedule in the next two months, mostly for things like Jack Straw and anthologies and the like. I’m hoping I will be well enough to go to most of it! How is it almost September again?
But September is usually a favorite month for me, a time when my preferred weather (cool and less sunny) prevails and I feel the energy of the new season starting. I mean, in Seattle our weather is usually rain, rain, rain – then three months of sun in summertime – then rain, rain, rain again, we don’t have the dramatic seasonal changes that made the mountain of Tennessee, the back woods of Virginia or even Ohio seem to light up with color and the smell of wood smoke. This time of year means new beginnings, hope, getting out my cardigans and jeans and boots and putting away the sundresses. I am thinking of moving on, of new projects I can be excited about, about shaking off the past and embracing the future.
What a Difference a Week Makes and Scrambling Towards the Future
- At August 24, 2013
- By Jeannine Gailey
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First of all, thanks to Susan Rich for featuring my profile for “Poet at Your Table” at her blog. Here’s the link: http://thealchemistskitchen.blogspot.com/2013/08/meet-poet-at-your-table-jeanine-hall.html
Also, check out this cool video for Unexplained Fevers’ publisher, New Binary Press, on YouTube for the Guinness Foundation Grant Contest: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=0cUrrxsoB4o#t=10
My book has a cameo or two in the video, and it’s great to see James O’Sullivan talking about his press in person! (He’s in Ireland, so I haven’t had a chance to meet him IRL yet!)
So, it’s been a crazy week. After vowing to devote myself to fiction for while, a couple of things happened that have veered my attention back to poetry again. Isn’t that always the way? Had to have an emergency dental filling (not recommended for fun,) but still on the watch for a new permanent dentist since my beloved former dentist retired. Had a second opinion about the worrying health problems that have been bothering me lately, which gave me a pro-active plan going forward and a bit more peace of mind. But it’s all been a little stressful. I’ve been wishing I could just worry about one thing at a time, but that’s never how things roll. In business news, I’m happy (as a former-Microsoftie) that Steve Ballmer has finally retired – I’m hoping they get in someone great, maybe even a female techie! That would be a nice change. I’m thinking about projects I want to start this fall, about AWP coming up in Seattle, about how to generate some income, too, maybe getting back into more freelance writing (practical me has been warring with idealistic me lately, in my head.)
Speaking of worrying about one thing at a time…I’ve also been thinking about book launches, how to make them successful, what we as authors can do to help books sell. I really liked Robert Brewer’s discussion of his experiments with pre-sales here: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/pre-selling-the-poetry-collection. It’s interesting, for each of us, and for each book, I think there will be a different success story. The stuff we worry about at the beginning – the quality of the book itself, of course, being the primary concern, then finding the right publisher – gives way to worrying about author photos, blurbs, and appropriate cover art, which then gives way to the process of actually trying to sell the book. You never really quit working or worrying for at least two years. Like a baby! (I mean, I’ve never had a baby, but I assume the first two years are pretty on-all-the-time.) I feel like I haven’t really even finished launching Unexplained Fevers, but I’m already thinking about my next book (and, to be honest, I’m working on the book after that, too!) I haven’t quite finished my tenure as Poet Laureate of Redmond, but I’m planning on what I’ll do after that is over as well. Sometimes we just have to focus on one step at a time. Get the testing first, then get the next test. Fill the worst cavity first, then worry about the next one. Focus on one book, then hold your breath until the next one gets taken.





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


