Poetry Readings in Woodinville, Suddenly Summer Weather, Goslings and Goldfinch, Searching

Poetry Readings in Woodinville

This week we had a poetry reading at Woodinville’s J. Bookwalter Winery, where I got to see some old friends from the Seattle side I hadn’t seen much since the pandemic. Suzanne Edison, Heidi Seaborn, and Cindy Veach did a great reading, and there was a lively open mic after, as well as poet discussions (over wine) that lasted until closing time. I have to say it is awfully nice to have a burgeoning poetry scene in my own neighborhood, for so many years I was driving long distances to do these things—now they’re practically in my backyard.

This week has brought with it suddenly summer weather—bright sun, warmer temps, the arrival of our goldfinches and goslings. I have been working on more outside walks as I want to be ready for the Lavender Farm when it opens next month, as well as another trip to San Juan Island (full of difficult but rewarding walking areas). In preparation, Glenn and I have made trips to the Japanese Garden in Seattle and the Bellevue Botanical Garden, and we also walked around our local wineries. Today we took the trip East to Snoqualmie Falls and Olallie Falls on the Snoqualmie river. It was nice to sightsee in our area without too much traffic or hassle, since everyone who’s able is out at their summer homes or Europe or whatever (not jealous, not jealous, not jealous…)

Searching

I am still feeling a bit at odds and ends—am I doing the right things? Am I doing too much—or too little? What should my priorities be right now (health vs. fun vs. work, etc.) Is this normal at my age? I’ve signed up for way too many things next month (judging a poetry contest, taking a class, doing a tutorial, plus an essay or two will be due, plus all normal things including another dental crown.) Needless to say, I have anxiety about all of this. I have been trying to reconnect with some old friends—the loss of one friend makes you realize how important that is. Here’s another kind of frightening thought—do I even want to do poetry anymore, or should I be trying something else? I have a lot of friends (poets) who’ve moved into essays, memoirs, even standup comedy. It certainly would be nice to be paid one in a while and have people actually read what you write. I don’t know what’s next. I’m open and hoping for guidance.

While the world is burning, the poet acts a little lost. She goes to the forest, where several giant trees have toppled—the forest seems more bare, though the river runs even louder than ever. The gardens have fewer plants and fewer birds. Maybe she doesn’t recognize the places she thought she knew. She worries about losing people, not just places. She doesn’t see a clear path ahead the way she used to. That can be unsettling. She worries that she used to be the hero of the story, and now she’s just the one taking notes.

Rebecca Solnit and Journalism, Ducklings, Wisteria, and Struggling with Grief

Rebecca Solnit and Thoughts on Journalism

My brother and I went to see Rebecca Solnit at a very crowded Town Hall here in Seattle, and the talk was great (though she’s very smart, she had a very soporific voice—not how I thought she would sound)! It’s rare that Mike and I get to spend time together, much less with an author we both admire, so it was a good outing.

Since there were several thousand people there, few of them masked, I wore a KN95 all through so Mike and I snuck out a few minutes before the end of Q&A (those masks—urgh). We bought our books and had some good catch-up talk—and then I also had the good luck to see briefly former Utah Poet Laureate and author Paisley Rekdal, whose new book on teaching poetry is fantastic.

One thing that stayed with me from the talk was an answer Rebecca gave to a question from the audience about what media sources to trust. She mentioned several major papers that reported 122 times on negative stories about Biden during Trump’s first hundred days, during which he disregarded the rights of citizens, the Constitution, and accepted bribes. These places included The New Yorker, the Atlantic, the New York Times, the LA Times—not the usual suspects we think of as biased journalism. But after she said it, I couldn’t stop seeing it, especially after I saw four stories in one day (before Joe Biden’s cancer was disclosed) where the headline was “Biden was ALMOST in a wheelchair” which I found really offensive. because you know what? We are ALL almost in a wheelchair, as someone who was in one myself for close to six years straight. “Almost in a wheelchair” is NOT a story. Why not report on the current President and his ruining of the economy, or deporting infants with cancer without their medication (surely dangerous criminals in the making, right?) or any manner of terrible things from the current White House? The answer might be made clear in John Oliver’s discussing this evening of Trump’s very politicized FCC and his lawsuits against large media companies—two ways to silence journalism at its core. Very sobering for this former journalist. Anyway, once you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it. (As a side note, Rebecca recommended Rolling Stone, Wired, and the Guardian.)

Duckling Season, and Dealing with Grief

Spring continues with its springing, and I saw my first duckling of the season (with wary mom nearby). I also saw my first black-headed grosbeak, who visits faithfully each May.

I have had a heavy heart this week with the loss of my friend Martha Silano (I found another picture of her from 2023, at my reading at Open Books—see how she radiates joy?) It is always hard to lose friends, peers, and members of our local community, but this has hit me harder than I expected. It comes on the heels of losing my college roommate, Tara, who was such an amazing force, scientist, and friend. So senseless.

It occurs to me I don’t really have enough coping mechanisms for grief. I did the things that usually cheer me up—thought the weather has been miserable, cold, and rainy for this time of year, spending time outdoors when I can, going to bookstores, watching lightweight subject matter. One day I spent the entire day in bed with the TV on one station, and again I noticed the repetitiveness and lack of clarity in the local news, and almost all the programming, actually. This is pretty unlike me unless I have the flu or my MS is acting up. I’ve been trying to write about Martha as well as reading through an early version of her last book, Terminal Surreal, due out in September. I was moved by how she wrote about her circumstances with precision and a lack of self-pity and a continued joy in the nature and the outdoors.

As seems appropriate, with its teardrop flowers, the wisteria is in bloom, so we went to the Seattle Japanese Garden (who doesn’t feel at least a little better there?) and smelled the wisteria and observed the koi and water lilies, turtles, and I also got to follow the end of a tea ceremony. The rituals of the season—the rain, the blooms, the ducklings—reminds me that the world continues turning when our loved ones die, and when we die, it will continue then, too. Our small contributions—planting a tree, feeding pollinators, or writing a poem—can seem small indeed, but maybe better than the alternative—causing great destruction, which is far too easy to do.

 

Remembering Poet Martha Silano, Spring Continues On Springing, Cats and Hummingbirds and Rebecca Solnit

Remembering Poet Martha Silano

On May 5, we lost my good friend and wonderful poet Martha (Marty) Silano to ALS. The photo to the left is the last time I saw her in person, on a sunny summer afternoon with wildfire haze. This is the way I’ll always remember her, wandering with the sun at her back in a field of flowers.

I met Marty when we both published books with Steel Toe Books, her Blue Positive and my own Becoming the Villainess in 2006. I remember us doing a reading together at the old Hugo House (housed in a retired funeral home—amazing and full of ghosts!) and thinking she was so cool. I did not know we were going to start a nearly-20 year friendship where we’d celebrate together—book launches, literary festivals, AWPs, birthdays, housewarmings, babies, and more.

Marty was diagnosed with ALS about eighteen months ago, and because she had the most severe kind, she tried to do as much as she could as long as she could—hiking and writing poems with a vengeance. She was still doing online readings while she was losing her ability to speak. I think she ended up with three books by the end of eighteen months (all of which are suberb, and probably her best work).

One of her publishers said she was still texting about marketing the week she died. I call that an incredible act of will. I will say I am so happy she took the time to come out to Woodinville to see me in the last few years, when we were still being cautious about seeing people. Spend time with your friends when you can, and celebrate them while they are still around. I have lost two friends in the space on a year, both of them “healthier” than I am, not friends I would have said I could possibly lose. It makes you realize how precious this “small” stuff is. Let light shine its way on your journey, Martha. Read her poems at the Poetry Foundation here.

Spring Goes on Springing, with Cats and Hummingbird, and Rebecca Solnit

I spent several days grieving, I have to admit, and the cats and my husband tried their best to cheer me up. As always seems to happen, the Seattle area brightened and shone with blooms in the days after Martha’s death, and I know she loved the outdoors, so I tried to appreciate the beauty around us.

I also wrote a poem about her, which I don’t know was any good, but if you can’t write an elegy for your friends, then what can you do when you’re a poet?

Here is Charlotte, a hummingbird, frilled iris, and blooming wisteria.

Seeing Rebecca Solnit tonight!

If you are a Rebecca Solnit fan (my brother introduced me to her work during the pandemic, recommending Paradise Built in Hell), she is appearing tonight in Seattle to talk about how to deal with uncertainty and despair during difficult times—feminism, democracy, climate change and power. Rebecca’s work is very accessible and hopeful, while also practical and solutions-oriented. This is my first time hearing her speak, and I’m looking forward to it. A good week to address how to deal with the stress of change and the unknown.

In the meantime, go read some of Martha’s work and maybe order one of her books—you won’t regret it.

 

 

Birthday Dinosaurs, Birthday Poems on Daily Kos, Hummingbirds, and More

Birthday Dinosaurs

My birthday has come and gone, and May has begun with moody weather (sunshine, rain, sunshine again, and that’s just the morning). We had a pretty small celebration, just went to Willows Fireside Lounge for dessert and cocktails and to the Woodland Park Zoo for the dinosaur adventure (plus snow leopard cubs!) I loved the educational interactive bits for kids—they could dig for fossils, or experiment with robot servos to see how the dinosaurs move. Robotics and paleontology – sounds like a great combination! Some of the dinosaurs move uncannily when you get close to them, letting out sounds that might conceivably be dinosaur like, and some had feathers and fur and color.

It also reminded me of one of SNL’s skits that I really liked—Jurassic Park’s Lawyer, with Donald Glover.

It did make me feel somewhat philosophical, turning 52. I’m still around, even after multiple doctors said I wouldn’t be. I’ve lost friends in the last few years, friends who seemed much healthier than I am. So much seems random, out of our control. This leads me to think that maybe we should let go of some of the things that keep us from living a full, joyful life, right now. Don’t put off fun, or things you love.

Despite my many and varied health problems, I have a lot to be grateful for. I’ve published books, I have wonderful friends all over the world, I have a husband who makes me a (gluten-free) birthday cake and gets me 52 tulips. I spent time in my garden this week and watched birds and got to play with dinosaurs. Do I have to play catch up with a bunch of doctor appointments I’ve been putting off to have fun? Yes. But sometimes, you have to prioritize fun, right?

Birthday Poets on Daily Kos

Imagine my surprise when I discovered my poem, “Lessons You Learn from Final Girls,” from Field Guide to the End of the World, was up on the Daily Kos this week (right after Yusef Komunyakaa, whose birthday is apparently a day before mine) as birthday poets. See the link here.  

Birthday Hummingbirds

I had the pleasure of observing many hummingbirds as flowers on my back porch bloomed, with coral bells, snapdragons and fuchsias. There were immature and mature Anna’s and Rufous hummingbirds. We also had the return of black-headed grosbeaks and finches and mornings and evenings, even during rain, have been full of birdsong. I hope these pictures bring you a little joy.

We also had a terrific view of Mt Rainier this week, and I captured one as we drove over the Floating Bridge to go to the Zoo.

Springing into Summer, Open Books, Japanese Garden, Spending $11,000 on Book PR, and Birthdays Coming Up

Springing into Early Summer, Open Books, and Japanese Garden

It seems we’ve moved from spring directly into summer, rain evaporating, temperatures rising. The tulip fields have bloomed and ended in what seemed like two weeks—cherry petals litter my lawn as lilacs bloom. It’s a topsy turvy gardener’s problem, because two weeks ago it was too cold to plant seeds and now we have to wear sunscreen when we go out to water.

This last week marked the 30th anniversary of Open Books, Seattle’s poetry-only bookstore, so we visited, picked up a few books, got to talk to Billie and Gabrielle and John (if you know, you know!) and after they closed, went to Seattle’s Japanese Garden to watch birds sing on top of flowers and observe summer flowers—azaleas, rhodoendrons and wisteria—taking over.

Spending $11,000 on Book PR – A Shock? Or Reality Bites?

Somehow, I happened upon a Substack post from an experienced PR/marketer who wrote her first novel and spent $11,000 promoting it. Is this number shocking to you? It probably shouldn’t be. The average book doesn’t sell that many copies, publishers aren’t picking up the bill for marketing the way they used to, and even people who do PR for a living are confused and troubled about what pays off and what doesn’t. (Online ads? Travel for readings? Swag?)

The reality of promoting a book—especially for a poet—is that often you spend much more than you’ll make back in sales and royalties, even if you’re smart about where to spend and where to save. I’m interested to see the results of her efforts—and she acknowledges, it’s often more the energy the author spends that makes a difference even more than the money she spends.

Also, side question—should I switch from my blog to Substack? I like the independence a blog gives me, but maybe Substacks are more modern.

Another Birthday and Making Changes

You may have noticed, with the return of nice weather, came the return of bird pictures to the blog. And the time has rolled around to my birthday once again. It always makes me introspective, and though I’m happy I’m getting another year on this earth (never guaranteed), the first four months of 2025 have been awfully challening, personally, financially, health-wise, and even poetry-wise. And that’s not mentioning politics or world news. It’s tough to feel like celebrating.

I did sign up for a class on essay writing and got some tickets to see Rebecca Solnit when she comes to Seattle. I’m also starting to meet with other writers again to talk about work. I’m trying to be pro-active, doing positive things with my money—choosing new charities, looking at (gulp) retirement accounts, and trying to bring in more with my writing—and trying to make new friends and build more community around me. I don’t want to ignore that I’m getting older and be too resistant to change to miss the signs that I should be doing something different.

In the meantime, I will try to pay attention to the singing bird next to me, the timing of the stars and flowers, and some of the gifts that aging brings.