Happy Thanksgiving Weekend, Family Visits, A New Poem in Prairie Schooner “The Girl Detective,” and Doctor’s Orders to Relax

Glenn, me, my brother Mike and his wife Loree with our Christmas tree

Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend, Quirky Reads and Family Visits

Did you have a good Thanksgiving weekend? I hope so. We stayed pretty low-key, decorated the house for Christmas, and saw my little brother and his wife for a holiday visit and a winery tour. So we took them to Chateau St Michelle to see the lights and J. Bookwalters for a wine tasting (where my book club meets.) We still have leftovers somehow, though the pumpkin flan and duck with pomegranate disappeared. We had an early present exchange since they’re going to Ohio for Christmas to see the larger family. Glenn and I still aren’t traveling due to covid (and everything else goin around right now) plus my torn MCL keeps me from trucking around much, so it was nice to see some family on the weekend. We also zoomed with our parents and talked to all our brothers. Lots of flu, covid, and other ick going around in the family, so probably best we’re staying home.

I read a lovely new book of poetry from a poet I’d never heard of, Adrienne Raphel’s Our Dark Academia. Raphel has a great resume – MFA from Iowa, a lectureship at Princeton, published in Paris Review, Poetry, all the big names – but this was a fairly small press, Rescue Press. One reason could be some of the poems were a bit untraditional – one was in the form of a Wikipedia entry, another in the form of a crossword puzzle, another was paper dolls – but I found myself enjoying the poetry and the quirky forms. The reason to shop at in-person bookstores is to find little treasures like these on the shelves. This one was thanks to my visit to Open Books last week.

Sylvia poses with the new issue of Prairie Schooner

A New Poem in the new issue of Prairie Schooner – “The Girl Detective”

A happy surprise in the mail Friday were my contributor’s copies of the new issue of Prairie Schooner – listed as “Winter 2021” despite the fact that in fact it is Winter 2022 – and my poem “The Girl Detective” is in good company with poets like Ellen Bass, Alicia Ostriker, and Denise Duhamel. This poem isn’t in Flare, Corona, but belongs to another book, Fireproof, that I’m working on.

A sneak peek at the poem below. I hope you enjoy it!

Glenn and I on Thanksgiving with our Christmas tree

Doctor’s Orders to Relax – and How That’s Going

So, I was literally told by my MS doctor after a very stressful month that involved injuries, MS symptom flare-ups, losing a beloved kitty, and eighteen separate doctor appointments – that stress, anxiety and the lack of sleep that go with them are the enemies of MS. They can make neurological pain and symptoms like tremor and swallowing problems and vertigo worse. So I was told to find some time and make it a priority to relax. Easy to say, not so easy to do, is it?

Nevertheless, I followed instructions given by my therapist – watch funny movies (The Holiday, The Thin Man, Guardians of the Galaxy holiday special – check,) listen to music you like, and read (see above.) I spent a little time with Glenn walking around Woodinville – we walked around apple trees in the cold and visited Chateau St Michelle to pick up a bottle of Thanksgiving wine and admire their lights. I tried breathing and meditation apps, birdwatching, and observing a few sunsets. But it’s tough to unwind yourself from a period of intense stress, isn’t it? It’s not enough to say “well, I won’t stress out about anything” – because rarely does life give you a stress-free day, even. It may give you welcome sunlight in a week of rain, or a beautiful November sunset, or even just a moment to kick leaves around or watch a candle burn. If you have any more advice on how to lower stress and anxiety, I’m open to more suggestions! I have a stressful dental appointment, a downtown cancer center blood draw, and more painful PT on my knee this upcoming week, so I’ll probably need it. I’ll check in with you all next week – and who knows if Twitter will even be there?

November Sunshine in the Pacific Northwest, Final Copyedits of Flare, Corona (and E-galleys available for review!), Twitter Meltdowns, Trips to Open Books and Roq La Rue, and Pushcart Noms/Rejections and Trying to Get in the Holiday Spirit Despite(?)

Me at the Bellevue Botanical Garden, Red maple, red hat

November Sunshine in the Pacific Northwest, Looking Forward to Holiday Cheer?

It’s been strangely cold and sunny here in the Northwest. With my torn MCL knee problems, I couldn’t get out and enjoy it as much as usual, but we were determined to have a better week than last week, so we still made a (mostly wheelchair) trip to Bellevue Botanical Gardens, where the leaves were turning to pretty spectacular effect. We also visited my favorite art gallery, Roq La Rue, to see their group show, “Tiny Ghosts,” and stopped at Open Books and bought way too many books. I also has one of the poems from the upcoming book, “When I Try to Write an Elegy,” nominated for a Pushcart Prize. (Thanks Redactions!)

The bad news for this week was a bunch of normal rejections, an NEA rejection, and a fairly scary appointment with my liver doctor about my liver tumors (bad enough for me to seek a second opinion and a new doctor, to be honest). But spending time outdoors in the sun, at my fave local bookstore and, with some inspiring art, was definitely healing. The holidays are coming, and hopefully more cheer as well.

Roq La Rue “Tiny Ghosts” show and Open Books Visit

Molly Devlin “Feral Wraith” acrylic on birch

We drove to downtown to visit our favorite Seattle art gallery to see their most recent group show, “Tiny Ghosts.” Many of the works were funny and playful in a gothic way. There were also some wonderful glass and ceramic cast sculptures.

This painting to the left particularly spoke to us having just lost our dear Shakespeare last week, but Roq La Rue’s entire show is worth seeing—up through Thanksgiving!

Besides taking in some new art, we stopped at the new Pioneer Square location of Open Books, talked books with Billie, browsed around, and ended up bringing home way too many books. New books by Stephanie Burt and Saeed Jones, as well as intriguing titles by Keith S. Wilson, Adreienne Raphael, Lucille Lang Day, and more. Do you want evidence?

Here is Sylvia with my book haul, in two poses (pawses?):

Final Edits of Flare, Corona and Sending Out E-Galleys for Review (and Twitter Flameouts)

So, this weekend, I am working on final edits of Flare, Corona for BOA – including updating last-minute acknowledgements, deciding on spelling conventions for words that I apparently don’t write twice the same way, and keeping an eye out for wayward commas, and I’m also sending out e-galleys of Flare, Corona to people who might be interested in reviewing it. If you are interested in reviewing it, in a Zoom class visit, or book club inclusion, please e-mail me at jeannine dot gailey at gmail dot com and I will send you a copy!

I’m monitoring the somewhat sad situation at Twitter. If I had 44 billion dollars, I think I’d do a better job of managing the product instead of destroying it, but Elon Musk is a really bad manager with a lot of money willing to hurt others in the process of getting his own way (toxic misogyny writ large, I’m afraid) and I’m sad because I’ve built relationships with not just the poetry community but disability Twitter and even fellow cat and flower lovers and I hate that a spoiled billionaire can make everything crumble in a few days that I’ve built for years. On the other hand, it makes you rethink your whole relationship with social media. For writers it’s essential to connect with audiences—and for a long time, Twitter was the place to connect with Millennial friends, writers, and readers. (Facebook was for older folks, and Instagram was for younger—or at least that was the received wisdom. TikTok is rising fast but not sure if I want to join—same with Mastadon, which seems clunky and confusing.)

In our front yard

Trying to Get into the Holiday Spirit (2022 Edition)

So, it’s that time of year again, and I’m doing my best (despite all the setbacks, injuries, and sadnesses of the last two weeks) to get into the holiday spirit. We’ve put up lights, put up the tree and started listening to Christmas music in the background. I’ve even finished most of my Christmas shopping. We’re doing a little Thanksgiving open house with my little brother and sister-in-law, and doing some low-key friend celebratory things in December, and that’s our plan. Still no travel for us, which is hard, but we’re trying not to tempt fate and given the knee injury probably better to stay unambitious. The sunlight has helped allay some of the usual SAD, and even though it’s been cold, I appreciate the extra light – especially now that it gets dark at 4 PM (curse you Standard time!)

Has it been hard or easy to be in the holiday spirit (whatever you celebrate) this year? Easier or harder than last year? I think the pandemic has dragged on so long for those of us who are immune-compromised, I’ve lost at least two or three family friends (parents of friends, some of them very dear) and even the stores don’t quite seem to have recovered their holiday lustre. Here in Seattle we are a little rumpled by rounds of tech layoffs, not just Twitter, but Meta, Amazon, Zillow, even Microsoft. I hope to spend a quiet month or two getting better, spending time with people I love, and doing a few things around town that I really love – like seeing the local holiday lights. Am wishing you a wonderful holiday season, as good as it could possibly be. I hope you get some down time and time with loved ones. Happy Thanksgiving!

Good News, Bad News November: AWP Featuring My Panel, Losing Our Beloved Shakespeare, A Lunar Eclipse, Sprained Knee and a Monoclonal Antibody Shot, A Holiday Visit to Molbaks, and a New Poem in the West Trestle Review

Good News, Bad News November: AWP, Beloved Cats, Lunar Eclipses, Poems, and More

It’s November, and it seems that often this time of year good news and bad news comes together. Sharing a bit of good news, AWP decided to feature the panel I submitted on writing disability and chronic illness, so that’s very exciting news, and I’m extra happy for my panelists.

On the sad news, we lost our beloved 16-year-old Shakespeare this week. He has lost half his body weight in six months and was failing to hold down water, so we had a vet to the house and said goodbye to him there. It was incredibly sad, more than I ever expect (why is that the case?) Glenn took it very hard.

And then this week a lot of weird body stuff (along with a full lunar eclipse)—a first-time ever torn knee MCL, and I have to rest that for a month—on the way to get physical therapy for my knee, I got a concussion and spent election night in the ER watching the results, and then today received my hard-fought Evushield injections—preventative monoclonal antibodies. It’s not as effective as it was on earlier versions of Omicron, but it should provide more protection than just my J&J vaccine would have and lasts six months. Glenn got his bivalent Omicron shot at the same time. Hopefully we will continue to stay covid-free throughout the next six months, through AWP and my birthday and books launch? To be fair, I usually have really bad luck during eclipses, and this was no exception. Better luck next week?

AWP Features the event: Mutant, Monster, Myself: Writing the Disabled/Chronically Ill Body

I couldn’t believe it when I got the news that AWP wanted to feature the panel I’d submitted it seems just a few months ago. I was especially glad because it will have ASL translation and livestreaming, as well as being in a ballroom at the convention center, so it should be accessible to more people. And the panelists are all people I would want to hang out with under any circumstances, so I feel very lucky. And since my book is debuting at AWP, it seems like great timing. I’m really hoping to see some writer friends at this upcoming AWP – the last one I went to was in Portland!

Shakespeare as a kitten in a Halloween candy bowl

Saying Goodbye to Shakespeare

It was very hard saying goodbye to this little guy who’s been our companion for 16 years. We got him while I was touring for my first book! I wish he had been able to stay with us through this sixth book. Glenn took it very hard as Shakespeare was especially attached to Glenn, and followed him around the house. He was friendly and cuddly and just an all-around good cat. We’ll miss you, Scrummy.

Three more pictures of him—in 2016, in happier times, as Santa cat, with Sylvia, and as a kitten on my printer.

A New Poem, “In a Plague Year, a Glass Baby Grows Inside,” in West Trestle Review

“In a Plague Year, a Glass Baby Grows Inside” appears in the current issue of West Trestle Review, and appropriately enough, is accompanied by cat-themed art. Check out the whole issue. And a sneak peek below:

Glenn and I at Molbaks with poinsettia tree

Finally, a Holiday Outing to Molbaks, A Lunar Eclipse, a Sprained Knee, a Concussion, and Evushield

See, look at us? That was earlier in this week, at a Molbaks holiday party, blissfully unaware yet of what awaited us later in the week! But at least we had fun for a few hours and were reminded that it is the holidays and there are good things to celebrate.

Lunar eclipses rarely spell good news for me—in fact, they usually include a trip to the ER—and this year’s was no exception. The night of the Molbak’s party was also a huge windstorm that knocked out power for a lot of people, including a lot of my friends and my little brother, and I had my first “old age” injury—a torn MCL ligament on my knee from…I don’t know, walking around in flats? Using my exercise bike? Still not sure but seems like one of those “age-related” or maybe “hyperflexibility” injuries that take a quick moment of barely anything to happen and ages to heal. To add insult to injury, I got a concussion getting into my physical therapy building (not at all an accessible building, of course—why??) and ended up getting a CT at the ER and being diagnosed with a simple concussion and instruction to wake up every two hours to make sure I was okay.

Today I woke to an 8 AM virtual doctor’s appointment, and then a 2 PM Evushield appoint. Evushield is a preventative covid treatment for people with allergies to the covid vaccines who have immune system issues. I was the very last Evushield patient at UW to receive the treatment, even though I had been approved for the treatment in June. So hard to get ahold of, and is a little less effective than it was six months ago, but hopefully will provide a little more protection for me for the next six months. I am thankful Glenn also got his Omicron covid booster with me. I expect to be a little down, sore, and achy for a day, a small price to pay to avoid covid. I found out Evushield is just now making its way to my friends in England, for a price: $1200. So I feel lucky to be able to get it at all.

Anyway, here are a few happier scenes to send you into the rest of November. Wishing you a happy holiday season, a balance of good to conquer the bad. I’m going to try to have a happy, illness-and-injury free weekend, and wishing you the same!

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order Page for Flare, Corona, a New Poem in The Indianapolis Review, Welcome to the Big Dark: November, Twitter, Voting, Book Club

Cover Reveal for Flare, Corona (and Pre-Order Page is Up!)

I am so excited to finally reveal the cover of the upcoming Flare, Corona officially! Here it is! I am posting this a little earlier in the week than I usually do, but I thought I had enough news to justify it…

Designed by Sandy Knight at BOA Editions, the cover art is meant to suggest both an eclipse, a solar flare with corona, and the neurons that are attacked and inflamed during an MS flare. This was a harder cover than usual to think about in terms of design. There’s a lot of solar weather in there, I wanted the idea of the neurons, I thought about adding other things from the natural world. But in the end, this simple, striking design won out. As you may notice, the web site looks a little different too!

And here we have the official pre-order page from BOA Editions. The book will be out in spring 2023. Pre-orders really help gauge the size of the print run, generally, so each one is a help! Thank you in advance! I am so excited to be at Seattle’s AWP in person (hopefully protected by a new infusion called Evushield which supposedly protects the immune-suppressed for up to six months) and sign books (and hug people again).

A New Poem in the Indianapolis Review

I’m also pleased to share a new poem in the current issue of The Indianapolis Review, “Self-Portrait at Midlife as Horror Story.” A sneak peek at the poem below. This whole issue is terrific, and not just because it has a bunch of my poet friends in it! (Hi, Martha Silano, Emily Perez, Luke Johnson, Donna Vorreyer!)

Happy November, Voting, Twitter Thoughts, and More

It’s November, which is Seattle means the beginning of the long dark—after the time change, it will get dark—if it ever gets light enough with the rain—at 4 PM. It can be a tough time of year for a lot of people—the holidays, voting, Twitter being taken over by billionaires because they’re cranky someone didn’t let them tweet a conspiracy theory or something racist. Hey, I am with you. Washington State has a very close race between an anti-abortion Trumper named Tiffani Smiley and Patti Murray. I hope everyone gets out and votes. So much angst in the air right now. Antonio Gramsci’s quote, “The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters” seems apropos. Poetry prompt? Is now the time of monsters?

I had a great time on the Halloween podcast with Rattle—if you want to catch it, I think you can still watch it here on YouTube. It starts at about minute ten. Spooky poetry, PR for Poets, poems from the new book, and various side discussions in which I get pretty silly.

As for Twitter, I’m not leaving yet, but not because I’m such a fan of Elon—after all, I’m still on Facebook, and that’s not exactly run by a saint. But I’ll monitor how things go. So far, my Twitter feed looks pretty much the same, except a little smaller, but I mostly follow poets, mute anything even slightly likely to bring out trolls, and only go about once a day. I started Twitter for the same reason I started on Instagram—reluctantly, but because my poet friends were there. I’ll probably stay until that ceases to be the case. I can only hope we move from Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter onto some better online networks eventually.

I got good news on one of my health scares from the last post—so far, they don’t think my thyroid tumor looks like cancer, so just monitoring it for the time being. And I’m possibly finally going to get the Evushield I was approved for months ago? I’m allergic to a preservative they use in the MRNA shots, and the J&J shot caused some other side effects, so Evushield would be my safety—and I’d finally be able to socialize, go to museums and shops, you know, participate in the world without as much fear. (I just got over a virus that was not flu or covid, and it was still pretty vicious, so, you know, I still have to be pretty cautious. No licking strangers for me!) This month is a bear, full of specialists discussing scary topics (possible liver cancer and biopsy, my bleeding disorder, etc), so I’ve got to schedule in some fun too. This is an important survival skill for the chronically ill/disabled, because it’s very easy for your whole life to be about blood draws and waiting rooms and grim-faced doctors who you have to tell your story to for the 4,000th time. You’ve got to schedule a little fun in between.

Oh, one thing I am looking forward to the next book club at Woodinville’s J. Bookwalter’s Winery on Nov 9th at 6 PM. Ward off those cold chills with wine and book talk! We’ll be discussing Melissa Studdard’s funny, sassy, moving book of poetry, Dear Selection Committee. We will probably be meeting inside, so mask to your comfort, and I will be bringing an air purifier with me!

Happy Halloween, Spooky Poetry RattleCast This Sunday, More Health Scares, and A New Blurb for Flare, Corona

Happy Halloween! Scary Poetry, Podcasts, and Health Stuff

Wishing you all a happy Halloween! Tomorrow is supposed to be drenched in rain, so we visited the pumpkin farm for the last time today. Glenn wore a raven, I wore a witch’s hat, you know, the same old. Our house has an appropriate number of pumpkins, we have plenty of candy for trick or treaters who brave the rain, and we have plenty of reading material to enjoy during a rainy Halloween.

I have some poems coming out online soon to share and a spooky poetry podcast tomorrow, and I’ve had a bit of a health scare (at least it’s scary at the appropriate time of year!)

I’ll be reading some poems from the new book for the first time and some poems from Flare, Corona. I’m so appreciate of Rattle for giving me the opportunity! I’m also getting ready for our Read Between the Wines book club meeting on November 9 at J. Bookwalter winery, where we’ll be discussing poetry! This time, Melissa Studdard’s Dear Selection Committee, which I think is a great book for introducing people who might not usually read poetry to some fun, sexy, satirical poems.

Herbfarm decor

Spooky Poetry – I’m featured on Rattle’s Podcast This Sunday, 5 PM Pacific/8 Eastern

I’ll be reading on the RattleCast live this Sunday at 5 PM Pacific- this is the YouTube live link and there’s an open mic after if you want to join in – and I’ll be reading a Halloween-appropriate few poems from Field Guide to the End of the World and a few from the upcoming Flare, Corona, as well as making some reading recommendations. Hope to see you there!

It will also be archived at this link: Rattlecast | Rattle: Poetry

Hope to see you there! Woooooooo – spooky!

Apple Tree, Woodinville

More Health Scares

Among more normal Halloween activities, I’ve also had a bit of a health scare – my thyroid, this time. Think good thoughts for me. They’re also informing me about an updated scan of my liver tumors, which have been increasing in number over the last few years. All my scary doctor appointments are in November, for some reason – 10 doctor appointments, all important, all un-reschedulable, in November. Not my idea of a good time. So, if I’m behind on something or don’t get back to you as fast as usual, you’ll know why. I’ll be trying to counter the stress of all these doctor’s appointments with some fun November things – maybe a zoo visit (the holiday lights start fairly early), or the Bellevue Botanical Gardens, or Japanese Gardens – all weather dependent, of course. And I have the book club to look forward to! And maybe a new book cover reveal next week!

Fox statue, Redmond

More blurbs!

Did I mention I’m showing a new blurb for Flare, Corona, this time from another poetry superhero, Dana Levin, truly a dream blurber of mine!