Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. She has three published chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013.
A full-length collection, Reunion, Lynx House Press, was published in 1983; after a long hiatus to raise Golden Retrievers in Colorado, recent work has appeared in The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and Vox Populi, a journal of culture, politics and poetry published and edited by the august Michael Simms.
A bilingual collection of "Italiana," Bocca, Voce, Delirio, with translations by Lorenzo Luciani, will be released by Finishing Line at the end of 2016 and her latest collection, And Now, the Road, a finalist for the Autumn House prize in 2014, will be released by Salmon Poetry Ltd, Ireland, a highly regarded international house, Jessie Lendennie, Publisher, circa 2017.
Andrews holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, and was full-time Poet in Residence for the St. Paul Schools from '74-78. She lived in St. Paul from 1971-78 during the first wave of the Twin Cities literary renaissance, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy.
The poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple has recently imported two British Golden Retrievers and expects a litter in June-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: email@example.com .
Friday, September 17, 2010
I am inserting here for passers by: if you love opera, buy some Rolando Villazon and Anna Netrebko! Invest in your spirit!
What are we going to do about all of the damn cats-- they're precious and they think they belong to us and have a permanent home.
I just lost my temper at DMB; he has promised to get the furniture out of the "cat room" so we can have a living room again, and it hasn't happened.
But perhaps it is really about how we've been hanging around together for twenty years unable to come closer or give up. It's also about still being pissed at the Ortho Doc for failing to tell me, when I could do something about it and was still in the nursing home, that the leg was going out of wack. Yes, I have many resentments that I should let go of....
Anyway. It's a beautiful autumn day here in the Fort. I am doing a load of laundry and about to try to buckle down and finalize my poetry mss to send out to various prizes. There are two I should hit-- but the month is flying.
I also need to keep pushing to get memoir in front of someone or out somehow, perhaps as an E book; people are producing their own e-books and then if they sell, publishers sometimes give them a look. Agents are becoming editors, people want raw memoir and language poetry requiring intellectual penetration for comprehension. The language people can get penetrated. Know what I mean?
Blogger is different. For example, I just noticed the save now button. Why aren't there better templates for WP, where my main blog, Loquaciously Yours is?