Greetings from the Solstice in Seattle, Disappointed with Rising Covid Numbers and Re-openings, Feeling Discouraged with PoetryWorld
- At June 21, 2020
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Greetings from the Solstice in Seattle
To cheer me up pre-root canal (which I am terrified about because of the threat of cornavirus – dentist’s offices are supposedly pretty high risk – and because dental work seems to make my MS symptoms flare), we took our first day trip since the lockdown in February on the first pretty day in June, up to Ollalie State Park and the lavender farm in Snoqualmie.
We saw a giant herd of elk (our first time seeing them ever in the Northwest) on the way up in North Bend. The lavender was still a little early but still beautiful. Weeks Falls was quiet, as was one of my favorite hiking spots by the Snoqualmie River. Ollalie State Park is always pretty sparsely attended, but it has my highest recommendation.
Being out in nature did take my mind off all the pandemic and other stress. The solstice in Seattle came in with the first whisper of sunshine, hardly the feeling of the longest day of the year. Here are a couple of shots from the trip:
- Glenn and I at the Falls
- Lavender blossoms
- Weeks Falls
- Elk in North Bend – my first sighting!
Disappointed with Rising Covid Numbers and Re-openings
Here in King County, where I live, we just hit stage 2 of the re-opening, though Washington State’s numbers, like a lot of the rest of country’s, are turning worse, not better. Yesterday night there was a block party in my neighborhood, older people and children, lots of beer and laughter, nobody with masks on, and I wondered if these people were stupid or suicidal or just oblivious. Do they forget there is still a plague on, one that has no good treatment, that we are still a year away from a vaccine at least, that it can cause permanent organ damage if it doesn’t kill you? At the wineries, drunk people cheek to cheek, no masks, stumbling along through the paths. I know this exact thing is happening in a larger scale all throughout America right now.
I feel so disappointed in people. For one, their refusal to face scientific facts. For two, their inconsideration towards people like me – vulnerable to disease because of immune problems, just “it’s okay for you to die, it’s not going to happen to me.” Selfish at best. Murderous at worst. Their boredom and refusal to acknowledge facts will lead to death and then, even more death. It’s tremendously depressing how predictable it is. I knew America didn’t value poetry. I’ve learned that it also doesn’t value science. Or the lives of me or people like me. It doesn’t value anything that isn’t easy and make it feel good. I feel less and less like an American, and more like an alien here, like I don’t belong here. Tell me, are you feeling this too?
Feeling Discouraged with PoetryWorld
Along with my disillusionment with America, I’ve been equally feeling discouraged with the PoetryWorld, which I knew from a young age (well, from the time of my MA in my early twenties) was flawed and full of people who might take advantage of other people, but it still surprises me when it happens. There have been a lot of shifts in power in the PoetryWorld, and maybe something good will come from that.
And what can I say? I’ve been writing and submitting since I was nineteen, taking a dozen years to work in tech, getting too sick to continue working in tech, and turning back to my dream of being a writer. I had hoped at this point I’d have more to show – that I’d have had a little more success by now. That I wouldn’t still be sending out my manuscripts (with endless checks, endless months of waiting) to publishers, still knocking at the doors of bigger presses, still fighting for…more nothing? What am I doing with my life? I am a fighter, but sometimes even I get tired. And today is one of those days. We try to be good literary citizens, volunteering at literary magazines, serving on boards, donating and writing endless book reviews and…what is the result? Not that you do it for a reward, but…have I been naive, trying to do things the right way, trying to be kind, trying to be scrupulous? Anyway, I know from social media that others are giving up and turning away from poetry right now, which I think is a shame, because now is the time we need poetry. I know I do. I turn to reading poems that moved me back when I was nineteen. I read new books full of passion and intelligence, and they give me hope. Plus, I can’t stop writing poems. I have the start of a third poetry manuscript of my hands now. I just need a publisher to believe in one of them. Those of you who are also discouraged – just remember, the world is turbulent now, turning on its axis, eclipses and planets in retrograde, there are plagues and protests and whispers of war and ruin. We just have to make it through. That is our job now – to survive, to be around to rebuild a better world, and a better PoetryWorld.
The 13th of Juneuary, Seattle is Probably More Peaceful Than You Think, Being Sick and Considering the Dismantling of Corrupt Systems
- At June 14, 2020
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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The 13th of Juneuary
What a week! Seattle made national news with the peaceful protestors taking over a few blocks of Capitol Hill (and Fox falsified that national news, then had to retract it), I was supposed to get a root canal but couldn’t because I was running 100 degree fever and spent the rest of week sleeping and mostly sick in bed (and now have to get tested, yes, for coronavirus, before I have my tooth fixed) and I spent time considering the dismantling of corrupt systems. How was your week?
Did I mention it’s been cold and pouring rain and hail on us all week as well, which makes even the most rain-loving Seattleite a little cranky in, say, the second week of June?
Seattle is Better Off Than You Think
You may or may not, if you live somewhere far away from Seattle, have been getting reports – mostly false – of chaos and crime and uproar in Seattle. But for the most part, we are all fine here. Hearing that Fox News doctored photos from Capital Hill’s protest zone (See: WA Post’s story here) didn’t surprise me, but I had to reassure people who don’t live here that things were mostly operating as normal, that I had friends going to the protest zone where people were sharing food and doing poetry readings, you know, truly revolutionary behaviors. Artists drew a beautiful mural spelling out “Black Lives Matter” on the street. Ah! Chaos! So you don’t need to worry about us here, and you definitely shouldn’t support sending in the military. As Han Solo said, “Everything’s fine, we’re all fine here. How are you?”
Speaking of which…I’ll include a gallery of pictures of things that cheered me up this week before I launch into a more serious discussion, including flowers, baby rabbits, hummingbirds, and my cat Sylvia (who really likes to chew jewelry, it turns out. She’s the petite bourgeoisie!) I hope they cheer you up a little too.
- First sunflower
- Baby bunny
- Hummingbird at fuchsia
- Sylvia, jewel thief, caught in act
Considering the Dismantling of Corrupt Systems
I’ve been talking about the defunding the police all week, and this made me think about other corrupt systems, and how we correct them, and if necessary, dismantle them. Does this make me a revolutionary? I think few people would consider me a radical, but the corruption and bias of the police is a big problem, and I don’t think “reform” is enough. At least it hasn’t been enough over the last, oh, I don’t know, 100 years. Besides racism and sexism (talk to me about how the police handle rape and domestic violence cases, in case you want some horror stories), corruption of power, problematic protections by a corrupt police union, the militarization against citizenry, and questionable immunity status…how do you reform the system of policing? Judges, sheriffs, mayors…we vote for them all. Are we holding the people we vote for accountable enough?
And there were aftershocks even in the poetry community. The Poetry Foundation had two resignations. Outrage against editors and publishers bloomed all over social media for offenses minor and major. The discussion of how much writers get paid was also a hot topic – of course, for poets, all mostly a theoretical discussion, getting paid, but interesting to see the disparities nonetheless. Do we hold non-profits and groups who support the arts to the same standards we hold, say, corporations or government entities? Is the literary publishing world as messed up as, say, the educational system (which many would say also needs a little dismantling at this point for its inequities)? Who are we holding accountable, and why? How do we build a better world, the world we say we want? A world that treats people equally regardless of race or gender or (dis)ability? How does that begin? The status quo does not seem to be working for the vast majority.
I often feel like an outsider here in America. After all, I’m disabled and chronically ill (which numerous Americans lately have been indicating makes my life worthless, in the face of the coronavirus) and a woman. I’m white, but I’ve witnessed enough racism to believe that yeah, it’s still a problem that did not magically get erased somehow in the last fifty years. Then there’s the issue of social and economic disparities that appear to be getting worse, not better. So how do we make America better, fairer, a place where everyone can actually have a chance at the American dream even without being born a healthy white heterosexual male?
I’m sorry that this is not a more upbeat post. I’m not feeling my best, I admit, and I feel discouraged with my own body, my country, the poetry world, and etc. I am usually an optimist, but how do we go about making the world a better place, really, for everyone? Yes, we can make our own actions: kindness, justice. We can spend money at businesses and non-profits that do good in the world instead of evil. We can vote for the best possible candidates in an admittedly limited set of candidates in elections local and national. We can try to create and be positive in our spheres. When we get overwhelmed by the evil forces in the world, what do we do but try to be a force for good, as small as we feel our own lives and influence might be.
A Week of Turmoil, A Poem and Photo in 805 Lit + Art, and reading at the St. Martin Bookfair Saturday Night
- At June 05, 2020
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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A Week of Turmoil
It’s been a week. You can tell because a giant Russian oil spill and asteroid hurtling towards earth didn’t even make the top five news headlines. Coronavirus, levels of which are still rising in the US, has been knocked out of people’s minds by gigantic protests and riots across the country – and even across the world – about police violence against unarmed, innocent African Americans. Police violence isn’t a new problem in the US, and it’s been remarkably persistent, so we need to think about how reform can makes things better, from sending in social workers and therapists to de-escalate with domestic violence and mental illness and wellness checks instead of police to eliminating the budget for police altogether. It’s clear that what we’ve done before hasn’t gotten rid of police corruption, racism, and abuse, so we need to look at new ways to address the issue.
This is a really important time to register to vote, because not only do we vote (hopefully, out) our president in November – which seems crucial to fixing some of America’s problems – but local elections like sheriffs and mayors are coming up. We the people have more power in voting than we think, and I hope we use it.
Thanks to 805 Lit + Art – a Poem and Photo
I’m very excited to have both a coronavirus poem and a typewriter photo published at a wonderful art and lit mag. Here’s a link to the photo and poem: 805 Lit & Art with photo and poem by Jeannine Hall Gailey. And it’s run by librarians, some of my favorite people! They have a call for submissions open right now.
A Reading on Facebook Live and Zoom at the St. Martin Book Fair
I’m so honored that I was asked to be part of this wonderful Caribbean literary tradition, the St. Martin Book Fair, which this year will be help virtually on Facebook Live and Zoom. Here’s an article with more about it. (And a link to the St Martin Book Fair on Facebook, where you can watch classes, readings, and performances as they happen.)
https://www.thedailyherald.sx/islands/st-martin-book-fair-live-on-facebook-from-today
I’ll be reading Saturday as part of a larger group Zoom reading between 8-10 PM Eastern St. Martin time, which I believe in 5-7 (or 6-8?) PM Pacific. (I’ll be prepared either way.)
And a guide to the whole program – I’ve already watched some of it and it is amazing! It is a wonderful opportunity for American writers to learn more about Caribbean art, music, and literature. I could never have imagined traveling to read in beautiful St. Martin, so I’m very honored that I’ve been included and can participate virtually this year.
A New Poem in the Atlanta Review, Trying to Say Something about America Right Now, and a Grey End of May
- At May 30, 2020
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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A New Grim Poem in The Atlanta Review
First, before we talk about grimmer subject matter, many thanks to The Atlanta Review for taking my poem, “Grimoire,” for their beautiful spring 2020 issue (which I share with my friend Ronda Broatch.)
Here’s a picture of Sylvia with the new issue, and a sneak peek at my poem “Grimoire.” (Click on the poem to enlarge for easier reading.)
- My poem “Grimoire”
- Sylvia with the new issue of Atlanta Review
Trying to Say Something About America Right Now
Poetry is good, but sometimes it’s not enough. Now, besides the pandemic that has killed 100,000 people with no signs of stopping, we have a growing unrest resulting from the police murder of several African Americans. America, now is the time to do better. To demand better from those in charge and those who wear a uniform.
I grieve for an America that allows men in certain uniforms to murder other unarmed, helpless men and women because of the color of their skin. We need to demand reform and we need to vote out those who are gleeful in their hate (yes, this President, but others, too, and anyone who makes excuses for murder.) We need to ask questions about why white men who spit on service workers and threaten them with guns for wearing masks are called “protesters” while African Americans who speak out about the murder of their people are called “thugs.” We need to ask if the police are actually “Protecting and serving” anyone but themselves, and if not, why has that been allowed and how will we fix it?
Why is it still acceptable to publicly espouse hate?
A Grey End to May
Today has been a grey, rainy day. Seattle is not only under coronavirus-related lockdown but roads have been shut down and a 5 PM curfew has been announced. Trains and ferries have been stopped. The news is full of ugly images.
This morning I attended a two hour online master class from A Public Space on editing creative-non-fiction and fiction. As you probably know if you’re here, I’m mainly a poet, but I occasionally experiment with other forms, and I’d never rule out a short story or a memoir someday, so it’s good to learn about the tools. Check out A Public Space which is also offering free online book clubs.
I then fell asleep for two hours. Zoom still wears me out. I’m not sure if this is an MS thing or what. Does this happen to you guys, or is because of my damaged neurology? Or could it be the massive unrest across the country, the accumulated anxiety of months of lockdown coming to an uneasy end, that makes it hard to have energy for appreciating the good things, like this towhee and orange roses?
I will leave you with an image from an earlier, sunnier day in my neighborhood, with the pale outline of Mount Rainier in the background. Wishing you health and safety, wishing our country justice.
- View of Woodinville, with Mt Rainier
A New Poem in Baltimore Review, Field Guide on a Grim Times Reading List, More Pink Typewriters and Birds, and Weathering May Gloom
- At May 23, 2020
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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A New Poem in The Baltimore Review and Still in Lockdown in Washington State
It’s the end of the third week of May, and while many states are opening up, my area in Washington State is still mostly in lockdown. This really doesn’t change anything for the likes of me, someone who’s high-risk and immune-compromised, honestly, but I can feel others getting impatient. We still don’t have enough: tests, PPEs, viable treatments. If you feel stressed, remember we’re living through something unfamiliar, unprecedented in either ours or our parents’ time. It’s like the Great Depression plus tuberculosis, with a number of dead in such a short time it rivals a fairly big war. People say, “When are we going back to normal?” and I think to myself, the answer is maybe never. Maybe we won’t go back to crowded concerts or lots of packed-in-sardine-can planes, maybe the sky and water will be cleaner, maybe we won’t shake hands anymore or ever dole out casual hugs to people we don’t know well. Maybe more companies will let their employees work from home and voters will decide universal health is maybe kind of important. Maybe hospitals and retirement homes will be redesigned with more privacy, better ventilation, more sunlight. And we went from “normal” to isolated and scared, dealing with scarcity in all kinds of things (thermometers? vitamin C?) in a matter of days and weeks. We lost 100,000 people, just in America, in about three months. Of course you don’t feel normal, of course you feel scared and stressed. It would be remarkable if you did not. Don’t worry. I’ve got bird and flower pictures, as well as recommended reading for grim times, farther down the post.
In good news, The Baltimore Review published a new poem of mine, “Planting Camellias as Act of Resistance,” in their latest issue. It’s a wonderful lit mag to check out. And here’s a sneak peek at my poem:
Three Ways of Looking at a Red-Winged Blackbird
I’ve always liked red-winged blackbirds, and lately they have decided to visit my back deck. Here are three shots, two of which show exactly how much beautiful color they have.
- Red-winged blackbird, wings
- Red-winged blackbird takes flight
- red-winged blackbird checks out metal bird
Reading for Grim Times
I was honored to have my book Field Guide to the End of the World included in this reading list for grim times, which includes Margaret Atwood, Emily St John, and Traci Brimhall. I’d recommend the entire list. Station Eleven, in particular, shows a clear path for how art can exist after a terrible plague. Of course, her plague is a bit more supernatural than ours but otherwise, it’s a great fable about artists in apocalypse.
And here’s a picture of me with my new vintage pink typewriter. Look how soothing that pink light is – and that’s not a filter, there was an incredible peach afternoon light. It’s been mostly raining this week, but this was a moment of sun.
Wishing you health and safety for your week ahead. I hope you spend Memorial Day in the sunshine with your loved ones, and I hope those of you that work in health care stay safe.
































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.


