Moon City Press Book Award Winner – Field Guide to the End of the World

Good news after a month full of pretty bad news – I just found out I won the Moon City Press Book Award with my fifth book, Field Guide to the End of the World.
My next book! Moon City Press! I’m very excited. (Plus, this is the first book of mine that’s won a book contest! And had no footnotes! Coincidence?)
This book is a light-hearted look at the end of the world. It will be out in November 2016.

Here’s a poem from the book to give you an idea, and is also maybe appropriate for the news going on around us right now, originally published in Redactions:

Epilogue: A Story for After

I want to tell you a story about how we survived the end of the world. Crouched around a dying fire, I illustrate with shadow puppets the old, beat-up van, the velocity of water and sky, the unnamable odds against us. What really sells it? The way the ending goes on forever, moon ebbing closer to the mysterious dark, its craggy face calling out, the skies scattered with falling stars. The way objects are nearer than they appear. You next to me, and I remind you – here is where we used to be, here is where we are. I draw a line in the dirt with a fork and draw a picture – a house made of a square and a triangle, a single daisy in the yard, and two smiling stick figures. This is what we dreamed of, the day we awaited has arrived. There are no more shotguns or dusty trails lined with diseased corpses. A ship arrives on top of a mountain, heralded by doves; an airplane lands on another planet, seatmates dazed by the lack of gravity. We might teach the dragons to dance, learn the alchemy of soil again, rebuild libraries with tales of fantastic voyage. All I need right now is you, the simple weight of your hand, the warmth of your breath, and this last cup of coffee to tell me – we are miraculous.

Poems from the book are upcoming in issues of Mythic Delirium and Front Porch, too!

Thanks again to Moon City Press and its editors – I’m delighted.

Looking for Light, Thinking of Paris

This week has been dark, I’m not going to lie. Here in Seattle we’ve been in the midst of a huge five-day storm, complete with thunder, wind, streams flooding, and an immense amount of cold rain. My husband’s been in the hospital and I was worried about whether or not he would recover without dangerous surgery.

And then, the Paris attacks. So many of the victims were young; the venues chosen for attack were places where many young people hung out. I was only 15 when I went over to Paris as an exchange student, and fell in love, returning ten years later with my husband. My infatuation was with the art, the parks, the way of life, and the people (yes, the French can be as gracious and welcoming as can be) But the thing that Paris has always been known for is its light. I included the Arc de Triomphe instead of the Eiffel Tower because I wanted to remember that Paris has been through a lot of wars – founded, the story goes, by Jeanne D’Arc during a seemingly unwinnable war with England, slated for destruction by Hitler – and yet, Paris still stands.

I’ve been reading the Twilight Zone stories by Rod Serling along with Ray Bradbury – for research, on a project I’m working on, but it seemed strangely appropriate for this time when people are scared of the end of the world, where distrust turns people against each other (just read “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street.) The end of the world was always in the mind of these two writers, whether from nuclear war or “Midnight Sun” or alien invasion. The method didn’t matter – the thing at the heart of these stories is our human reactions to the end, to desperate times. Do we turn violent, paranoid? Do we try to comfort one another with art?

One day amid the storms I took a ten minute walk alone in a brief minute of sunlight and managed to snap a hummingbird feeding at a stand of red flowers, still amazingly in bloom here in Mid-November. Does this fix sorrow and anger? No. But I hope it gives some hope that beauty abides, that light will return.

: Hummingbird in flight

: Feeding hummingbird

Eventful Week and Trying Times, Goodreads Semifinals, and Flipping Roles

It’s been an eventful week since I last posted – my husband went through emergency dental surgery, then we found a great house in Issaquah then bid on and lost it, then my husband’s supposed-to-be-uneventful first colonoscopy turned into a nightmare overnight – he developed a perforation or abscess just from taking the prep mixture, and had to be hospitalized. In fact, I’m still watching him to make sure he doesn’t need emergency surgery.

Luckily my little brother and his wife came to visit in the hospital, and helped replenish our clear fluid supply from the grocery store and pick up his array of meds from the pharmacy. You don’t realize how much you need help until these things happen. Just in the last two days I’ve thrown out my back, messed up one of my ankles, and my upper respiratory illness that I’d finally fought off came rushing back. Flipping the roles on caretaker and patient reminds you that caretaking is hard! I think there should be a charity that helps people with cooking and cleaning, especially, while a family member needs full-time care, short-term or long-term. Wouldn’t that be nice? Anyway, playing nurse has put a bit of a cramp in my reading and writing, but there was lots of nice news this week, including…

My mother made me aware this morning that The Robot Scientist’s Daughter made the Goodreads Best Book of the Year semifinals! You can do me a favor and vote for it (and your other fave small press books) here at this link:

https://www.goodreads.com/choiceawards/best-poetry-books-2015

I also may have gotten some other good news I can reveal soon! Mysterious…

November – Goodreads, Acceptances, and NaNoWriMo for poets?

Hope you all had a happy Halloween! I’ve been sick (cough, sneeze, cough) and the time change – yes, now it gets dark at about 4:20 – always throws me off a few days.

But the good news is, after a whole month of many rejections, I had two acceptances of a total of five poems right at the beginning of November, which cheered me up and also encouraged me to try my own poet version of NaNoWriMo – where I write something for twenty minutes every day of November. So far I’ve got a couple of poems out of it and some various essaylike stuff.

It has been mostly cold and dark, but I’ve been looking for signs of beauty even in our dark November days – here’s a rainbow from a rainy Sunday and some Anna’s hummingbirds, who have been haunting our feeders with some fervor!

: Anna’s hummingbird on Japanese maple

: hummingbird at feeder

: Rainbow over our street

I rented some movies from Redbox to watch tonight and hope to get some poetic inspiration from – Pixar’s Inside Out and the David Foster Wallace movie The End of the Tour. A nice night – the high today was in the forties, the sunset was at around 4 PM, so we’ve got to start planning cheerful activities to the nights don’t seem soooo long. But having a little bit more nighttime does seem to lend itself to more reading and writing – I’ve been reading Laura Hall’s Speak (linked short stories about AI, among other things) and Dani Shapiro’s Still Writing for inspiration. All this will take our minds off the somewhat depressing househunting, as well.

And I hate to ask, but if you guys are on Goodreads and you could go here (https://www.goodreads.com/choiceawards/best-poetry-books-2015) and type in The Robot Scientist’s Daughter at the bottom of the page as a write-in vote, I would really appreciate it!

Anyway, happy November! And let me know your own anti-gloom writing and reading tricks and tips!

Halloween Poems – Intro to Teen Witchcraft and Intro to Teen Girl Vampires! Plus Moon City Press and Other Fall Poetry News

: Pumpkins!

Happy almost Halloween! This year I’m giving you two poems about pop culture depictions of young women – witches and vampires! (And thanks to Atticus Review and Hobble Creek Review, who first published these two poems…)

Introduction to Witchcraft

Always these young women in search of power,
their eyes rolled back in their heads, midriffs exposed.
Always some girl with a candle in a dark room –
and poof, her face brightens as she achieves
some moment of bliss. The raindrops around her freeze

in midair, the wolves stop baring their fangs, and for a moment
the young girl marvels at her own invincibility.
But then it’s fire, fire, always someone with a stake or a knife
ready to do her in. She is a spark about to go out.

Introduction to Teen Girl Vampires

turn feral while defending their human boyfriends,
harmless and blond in Varsity jackets and crewcuts.
These girls just want to be loved, and fed,

in that order, and can we blame them? A nurse
here or there won’t be missed, or the guy playing
“second policeman.” Bram Stoker equated blood and sex,

Mina chaste and clever while hunting her Dracula down,
his bite awaking impulses that ignited and were ignored.
These days, teen vampire girls enjoy sex

with abandon, tossing lovers around like tree limbs.
These days, the girl doesn’t succumb to the monster,
she is the monster, teeth gleaming in the moonlight,

coquettish limbs and curls masking superpowers.
Oh, she still wants to be the prettiest girl at the prom,
and perhaps she mourns some future idea

of motherhood. But men line up for the promise
of her bite, her blood. And she has nothing to fear;
she cannot be broken, tarnished by age, her heart

impenetrable to anything except for that wooden stake.

How have you been? For me, it’s been a remarkable month for rejections, except for the good news from Moon City Press that my apocalypse manuscript is one of eleven finalists there. I also got the AWP schedule for my “Women in Speculative Lit” panel, which is scheduled for Friday afternoon (which is good news because I am useless before noon!) In the next few days, I’m visiting with a poet friend and her daughter, going to a fancy party for a mentor’s 80th birthday party, and of course, celebrating Halloween! So it’s going to be a social next few days! I’ve also been trying out some art supplies – oil pastels, alcohol ink artist’s markers, and watercolor pencils – I have very limited art skills, but it’s very relaxing and it kind of gives you good creative brain waves. The house hunt has been taking its toll, and it looks like we’re going into the holiday season as renters, with no new home on the horizon. At least I have a stack of pumpkins to celebrate with (from our many trips to the local pumpkin patches – that’s one nice part of living close to a few ruralish areas!)