New Interview with Bekah Steimel, Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas and Almost New-Year with Sylvia Plath-style Dreams and Goals
- At December 23, 2018
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice from the Pacific Northwest
Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas, and almost New Year!
First of all, hope you are all doing well and celebrating the holiday season with a little rest and relaxation and even a little poetry!
Here in Seattle a lot of people celebrate the Solstice, along with other traditional holidays, the longest night of the year – I think because the long dark feels more intense out here, especially when sunset is around 4 PM. This solstice we had sunsets, hummingbirds (and coyote howls), a full moon, and even cherry blossoms on a neighbor’s tree down the street! It’s a good time to think about our dreams and goals for the next year – which I did this year with a little help from Sylvia Plath. More about that later!
- Solstice Blooms – Cherry Blossoms on my street
- Sunset at Kirkland
- Solstice Colf Wolf Moon
- Solstice Humminbird
Interview with Bekah Steimel
Thank you to Bekah Steimel for doing this interview with me! I hope you enjoy it! I talk a little bit about my best advice for poets and my time working as Redmond’s Poet Laureate. There’s also a little poem for the resistance!
Field Guide to the End of the World on End-of-the-Year Gift Guide
Also, thanks to Serena Agusto-Cox for including Field Guide to the End of the World on her 2018 Holiday Gift Guide.
Field Guide to the End of the World is a good book to read this time of year – it’s all about weathering disasters and apocalypses of various kinds. I’ve been reading, along with Plath’s letters, several apocalypse-y books, including M Archive: After the End of the World by Alexis Pauline Gumbs and the always mildly apocalyptic Murakami’s Killing Commendatore and we all know how much fun it is during the holidays to shut off all the noise (televisions, phones, etc) and spend some of that “darkness” time catching up on reading!
Talking Plans, Dreams and Goals with Sylvia Plath
So, one of the traditions as we head towards the new year is talking about our dreams, plans, and goals for the new year. Someone posted this from Sylvia Plath’s journal on Twitter, and I found another list from her school days in my own copy of her unabridged journals (click on each to enlarge):
- From Sylvia Plath’s journal, appendix: Program for winning friends
- From Sylvia Plath’s journal, appendix: Back to School Commandments
No one was more ambitious than Sylvia, so we can all learn a little something from the lists, also, it’s always good advice to work on our inner lives and listen more (plus, French every day!)
So I spent my time thinking about what I wanted from 2019, what I wanted to accomplish, what I wanted to toss from this year, and what I have learned (besides not to date any guys named Hamish!)
Looking to 2019
I sat around a candle with a hot cider and thought hard about what I wanted. My dreams and goals may seem less ambitious than in years past – for instance, I want to spend less time in hospitals than I did the last two years, obviously (a modest goal for some – big ambition for me.) To do that, I need to practice a whole heck of a lot of self-care with MS, like, resting more, eating an MS-friendly diet (brains like avocado, blueberries and protein, apparently), doing my physical therapy, and choosing to surround myself with people who are a real support.
As far as writing goals go, we’ve got AWP coming to Portland in March 2019, so I’m hoping to make it to that and do some socializing, catch up with friends, and look at new journals and publishers at the Bookfair. I plan to finish up a seventh book manuscript and hopefully find a great publisher for manuscript six. I do want, like Sylvia, to make smart choices about people – I want to practice kindness and encouragement towards others, say thank you more often, and reach out and make new friends (don’t want to totally go the Emily Dickinson sickly-recluse route until I absolutely have to.) I want to try publishing essays and short stories as well.
Taking our writing seriously – like, carving out time to, as Sylvia says, “WRITE” – and submit work – which, from reading her letters and journals, I know she also took seriously. She reminds me to aim high, but also, not to isolate myself, which can lead to trouble, and she also represents what happens when you spend too much time trying to fulfill other people’s expectations of what you are supposed to be. (Embrace your strangeness, rather than spend energy hiding it.) I was surprised this week to receive two surprise gifts from friends who live far away – and that reminded me I am blessed to have wonderful writer friends all across the country.
I want to spend more time appreciating the good things – spending time in nature, with my loved ones, just in general celebrating the good days. I know the holidays can be a tough time for people – a time when what we don’t have seems to be highlighted. As someone with a chronic illness, it’s hard not to worry about the future, especially with an incurable degenerative disease like Multiple Sclerosis. But I have hope. We have more medications and more tools, more research than we used to, and I have faced health challenges in the past. Even with the political turmoil in our country (and beyond) over the past two years, I try to have hope.
There’s a verse from Psalm 30 that says something like “Darkness may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Wishing you all more joy and less darkness in 2019.
Poetry Parties, Windstorms and Power Outages, and Ursula Le Guin’s Dragons
- At December 15, 2018
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Sylvia posing with my haul from Copper Canyon’s party
Poetry Parties, Windstorms and Power Outages
Yesterday we had quite an adventure! We had been planning to go to Copper Canyon‘s Holiday party and book release for Ursula Le Guin’s final poetry collection. But an hour before we planned to leave, I started hearing branches hitting the window, and the power went out. Then we had to eat dinner without power or light (hard), dress (harder), and do makeup (hardest by far), which was exciting. The Hugo House still had power (although I heard later 100,000 people ended up losing power throughout the area) so we set out in our car with branches and even whole trees down on both sides of us, wind whipping our car around on the Floating Bridge, and when we got there, I could barely stand up against the wind, let alone walk!
- Glenn and I post-party (with power again!)
- We stopped by Kirkland’s Christmas lights pre-party
- New Hugo House Wall

In the new Hugo House
When we got there, though, Hugo House was lit and heated (phew!) and full of people, Copper Canyon folks with their book tables, and locals looking to celebrate. This was the first time I’d been to the new Hugo House, which had difficult unflattering florescent downlighting (which is why I don’t have more pictures from the party) and felt a little more like a dot com office than an arts space, and they have no parking (!!) which was a drag because Capitol Hill sucks for the handicapped parking situation already (the old Hugo House had at least one handicapped space) but the ground-floor space was generally more handicapped-accessible than the old space, more bathrooms and fewer stairs, though it lacked the gothic, dingy charm of the old Hugo House. Glenn and I poked around and found one small nook with slightly better light and visible books and here it is. It could use some better lighting, some flowers, some art on the walls, maybe a display of local lit mags and author’s books? And some places – benches, chairs – where people could sit and socialize? Call me Hugo House, and I will help you “flip that space,” LOL! My qualifications include watching a lot of HGTV and drooling over British decor magazines with lots of innovative bookshelves and tea/reading areas, plus being a poet.

Jane Wong speaks of dragons and Ursula Le Guin
Tribute to Ursula Le Guin and Her Dragons
Copper Canyon always throws a good holiday party! The readers did a wonderful job with their tribute to Ursula, including Karen Finneyfrock, Jane Wong, and fellow Two Sylvias author Lena Khalaf Tuffaha. One person talked about a memorial where Margaret Atwood said Ursula had “the best dragons in fiction” and Jane Wong talked about feeding our inner dragons lettuce, which was such a wonderful image.
People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader and the Imagination
I was very moved, and remembered the gigantic windstorm that hit the night about ten years ago that I heard Ursula read poetry on the Oregon Coast and talk about science fiction poetry years ago in Oregon. She insisted women science fiction writers should not be placed in a literary ghetto, that speculative poetry should not be considered non-literary, and that poetry should not be ignored and women should not be ignored – she was very feisty! And there was a giant wall of glass facing the outdoors, and it kept banging with thunder and wind, but it seemed to accompany her, not compete. She was a force of nature that deserved the tribute of the storm.
Came home with lots of books I’m looking forward to reading, the lights finally came back on around eleven, and now I’m finishing up holiday cards, wrapping the last presents to ship to Ohio (when is my family going to just move to Seattle, LOL?)
Finish Your Holiday Shopping
If you are still holiday shopping, please consider a signed copy of PR for Poets for the poets in your life, or a signed copy of Field Guide to the End of the World, Becoming the Villainess, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, or She Returns to the Floating World for lovers of the apocalypse, comic book superheroes, robots, fairy tales, or Japanese anime, or just poetry!
I hope you are all un-exhausted this holiday season, taking time out to enjoy at least a few of your favorite things this time of year, facing the storms and feeding your dragons!
Lots to Celebrate Edition- New Poems up at the newly relaunched Shenandoah and SWWIM, Zoolights and Red Panda Cubs, Thanks to Escape Into Life for a Pushcart Nomination
- At December 07, 2018
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Glenn and I amid barn-themed holiday decor
Lots to Celebrate Edition
Pushcart Nomination from Escape Into Life
It’s easy to get a little grumpy this time of year – holiday stress, trying to get things done, waking up to cold and dark. Sometimes I get awfully discouraged by the poetry world. But I hope you will join me in celebrating today. It is a good day to remember to be grateful.
First of all, thanks to Kathleen Kirk and Escape Into Life for nominating my poem “Blood Moon, Flare, Coyote” for a Pushcart Prize – and you can read all their Pushcart-nominated poems here. My friend Karen Weyant is up there with me! So excited.
Two New Poems Up at Shenandoah and SWWIM!
And a big thank you to SWWIM for publishing my poem, “Scar,” as today’s featured poem.
And after over a decade of submitting to Shenandoah, I have a poem in their newly relaunched issue. When Beth Staples, who recently took over the literary journal at Washington and Lee, sent me the e-mail a few months ago, I was in shock. A dream journal for me for sure, and happy to be part of the relaunch.
The poem is called “Introduction to Writer’s Block.” It’s also an extremely personal poem for me, as it describes trying to write poetry again after a severe MS flare hospitalized me last fall, and I was struggling with memory loss and aphasia, trying to literally find my words again. Anyway, so happy to be in the issue!
ZooLights and Baby Red Pandas at the Woodland Park Zoo
I mentioned in an earlier blog post how we’ve had a rare week of sun in usually gray and dark December here in Seattle, and we took advantage of it to go check out the Woodland Park Zoo’s new pair of female red panda cubs. It had been a long time since I’d seen red panda cubs, which are just about the most adorable (and fairly rare) animal on the planet. They will only be there for a few months. I spent about forty minutes in the freezing cold just gasping at the cuteness and taking about 150 pictures!
- Baby red panda face
- Baby red panda with another tail in view
- Proud and protective mom
Then, just as we were leaving, they switched on the “Zoo Lights” so we did a quick tour of those, too, after visiting the snow leopards. And whoops, another red panda in a hammock!
- Snow leopard mother and yearling
- Glenn and I at the Butterfly House
- Red panda in hammock
Today the morning is clear and cold again, Stellar jays darting in the trees, hummingbirds around our feeders. I am looking forward to seeing some writer and artist friends for “art dates” in the next two weeks. I am thankful for publishers who send out royalty checks (this time, thanks to Two Sylvias – they always send royalty checks right before the holidays, which seems a lucky time to get a check) and thankful for people who volunteer at our zoo to keep red pandas and snow leopards alive and healthy, thankful to all people who create art – and those who support art with their time and money. I am thankful for days I have enough energy to get up and go out of the house to experience the lucky world I have around me – flowers, trees, holiday lights – and thankful that this year I am not as sick as I was last year around this time. I am starting to think, in a hopeful way, about 2019. May it be a better year for all of us.
New Poem Up in Tahoma Literary Review, Holiday Lights at Bellevue Botanical Gardens, Flat Tires and Holiday Poetry Shopping
- At December 05, 2018
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Panorama of Bellevue Botanical Gardens Holiday Lights
New Poem Up at Tahoma Literary Review
Thank you to Tahoma Literary Review for including my poem “Flare” in their latest issue, which you can order a print or e-edition of here.
This is the title poem of my latest manuscript, so I’m especially excited to see it up!

Poinsettia tree with dancing mushroom lights
Holiday Lights at the Bellevue Botanical Gardens
I had a few down minutes before a doctor’s appointment Monday so Glenn and I decided to take a quick detour (bundled up and bringing hot thermoses of cider with us) to see the holiday lights at Bellevue Botanical Gardens, which are pretty elaborate representations of animals and flowers. We’ve had several clear cold days this week and we really have to take advantage of our non-rainy December days, because they’re rare. It was really beautiful but I was grateful I’d worn my fuzzy boots, mittens, and earmuffs – by the end we were both freezing! You don’t get to wear your winter extras all that often out here – but we definitely needed them! It gets dark at about 4:30 PM – that’s when these pictures were taken, believe it or not, so I think Seattle-ites definitely celebrate with extra lights during the holidays – we put up our own house lights before Thanksgiving. When I’m not so sick I can’t move, I try to get out and see a couple of different holiday displays – both Woodland Park and Tacoma zoos have holiday lights festivals too, plus you get to see animals. I was shocked to see a still-blooming fuchsia, which had little white lantern flowers that looked so ghostly in the dark. It was definitely more fun than the doctor’s office! Got to squeeze in a little bit of fun when and where you can, I say.
- Glenn and I with some botanical lights
- A still-blooming ghostly fuschia
- Spider web
- Crane lights
Flat Tire Surprise and a Little Holiday Poetry Shopping at Open Books
We noticed a flat tire when we got home, and this will shock others our age – most of the newer cars (including our 1.5 year old Acura) do not come with spare tires, so Glenn has to take off the tire, find the hole and patch it up! There is so much construction around our doctor’s office, Redmond, and Bellevue it’s not too much of a surprise that we ran over a screw or nail somewhere but we hadn’t had a blown tire in a long time!
Back safely on the road, we were able to stop in yesterday at Open Books for a little holiday shopping. I was in a positive surprise – I saw my book, Field Guide to the End of the World, on the display table under “speculative poetry” right next to Tracy K. Smith! And then I got to chat about speculative poetry with Luther and Billie at the store, which, along with seeing holiday lights, might be one of my favorite things.
I bought a few books as gifts and a few for me – so I ended up leaving with more books than I meant to, but it’s a great time to support your local indie poetry bookstore AND give poetry books, so I had no buyer’s remorse at all.