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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: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Posted in Gratitude for the Muse...

Found online..."The poetry challenge for November is to write a poem related to, responding to or reacting to, a scientific theory or principle. You may write a formal poem or free verse...".

Adaptation

"She drowned against him/and found death good..."
Love on the Farm
D.H. Lawrence

...to sleep, perchance to dream..."

We are two chimps in flagrante
In a green wood
I blink up at you
My eyes sweetly saying
Please make it good

The old presumptive fact
That apes don't make love
On their backs
Has yielded to the extraordinary
We have watched a video
Of primate missionary

I walk with you
Into the rain-washed woods
I spread the blanket down
Touch me this way I whisper
If you could
(Jane Goodall's in
The neighborhood)

To spur you on
I feign submission
I give you fireworks
For your rendition
With a grimace I moan
"So good here..."
And then I grin,
"Deliver, Dear!"

Breathcaught
in the steaming grass
I kiss you deeply,
I grab your ass
Our naturalist  selves write down
That we set fire to the village
When we go to town

Thank you darling
For deploying your hands
your staunch comportment
as my ideal man

As you have sown so shall I reap
Let's suck a little nectar
And get some sleep.






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3 comments:

Laurie Blair said...

Right on!! ;]

Laurie Blair said...

Omigod, the "word verification" capture for the previous post was HOTTROU.

Maureen said...

So well done!