Port Townsend and Poet Trips, Rain Taxi review

Just home from a several-day trip, I woke today to see that there was a wonderful review of my latest book, Field Guide to the End of the World, in the very esteemed journal of reviews, Rain Taxi! The Summer issue, which just came out, contains a review by Sarah Liu of the new book. “In Gailey’s field guide, the language of the body is subsumed in that of the apocalyptic and vice versa. The speaker-as-guide of her poems provides a dialectic of tension and comfort…” Thanks Sarah and Rain Taxi! There’s also a great interview with Denise Duhamel in the issue. Here’s a picture of the kitten, Sylvia, posing with the summer issue. Check it out!

Kitten Sylvia with her copy of Rain Taxi

Just got back from a trip out to visit my poet friend Kelli Russell Agodon in her beautiful sea-view home over the water, then on to a couple of days in Port Townsend. It was wonderful to spend some time out with a poet friend and then in nature, enjoying the ocean, watching the heron, seals, deer, eagles, goldfinches, and observing everything in bloom along the journey – from roses to rhododendron to red hot pokers and cherry blossoms. Travel is a little more difficult for us these days than it used to be, but it’s good to sometimes have a change of scenery. We used to live in Port Townsend – now it’s been about ten years – but the town still feels like a former home, with all the nostalgia. Of course, since we got caught in a ferry backup on the way out, and a Hood Canal Bridge closure on the way back, the irritating realities and isolation – and the fact that I seem to be allergic to everything in town, from the picturesque historic old buildings to the local paper mill – it also helped us remember why we moved away. Coming home to the much less exciting scenery of Woodinville, I felt peaceful – happy that we had made the trip, and that we were home again, where we belonged. But if you want to see what makes the Northwest beautiful, Port Townsend isn’t a bad place to start. Also, the shops – including the Imprint Bookstore – are a bonus in an area where you could spend your entire time outdoors. There are colorful umbrellas, great book selections (I think I came home with about ten more books!) and more to browse through if it turns grey and rainy.
I also re-read The Egg and I by Betty MacDonald, about the trials of chicken farming in the thirties in the Port Townsend area. Betty MacDonald was a rarity in her day – a woman writer who was fairly financially successful – she also wrote children’s books and even sold movie rights and created the characters “Ma and Pa Kettle” – and was also sued several times. It was 1. way more racist than I remembered and 2. while I delighted in the descriptions of the towns and the gardening and the seasons, the book became much more for me the sad portrait of failed marriage and failed farm than the lighthearted humor book I had remembered. I had bought the local book “Looking for Betty MacDonald” for my mom, which had rekindled my interest in the subject.