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 .

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Challenge #1 Week of January 1, 2011

Happy New Year to My Fellow Cyber Voyagers and Poets:

Today looking for a January 1 2011 poetry challenge I went to Illinois writer/teacher Wilda Morris’s blog, who suggests a poem about prayer and by extension I think, a poem that is a prayer.  A fine idea, I thought.  Do visit the link and read her discussion and you will find some exquisite work and many ideas.  Feel free to take the challenge and e-mail me your efforts: I’ll feature them on my blog this first week of the new year.  Jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .  Here’s my effort:

The Baker’s Prayer

Let this new year’s first day
Have its complex taste—its tang
Of hurt
Leavened with forgiveness—

The salt and sugar
The creaming of the butter
The yolks of bright regret
The congealing white discomfiture
Of memory

Let the mouth with its watering
Receive then the finished, plain Host
Of the peanut butter cookie

For the love that was meant by it,
Hope incarnate
On a grey morning.

Let us pray for the wholeness
Of the world
For the dolphin with her new calf
In rough seas

For the woman in labor
In Afghanistan
Far from help.

Let us pray that she brings forth
A daughter roughened hands
Will never touch
That no patriarch’s blade excise
Her womanhood--

To make of my dough
The power to move a heart--
I add a thimble of tears

A scattering of mustard seeds
The pulp of an acorn
Crumbled miniature rose buds.

What have you made
I ask myself.
Who will come to this table?

Any passerby.
The man who walks his bike
Along the ditch in the snow
Bedroll on his back
Dog on a rope
A fifth in his pack

I pray that today
In the feedlot on the county line
Someone follows the heavy-bodied ewes
Forced to keep moving
Catching the lambs
Before they fall.

Such work
Is too much for me,
A solitary baker,
In midwinter’s cold.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
All rights reserved


Maureen said...

Very moving, Jenne. "tang of hurt leavened with forgiveness", "yolks of bright regret", all those lines beginning with "To make of my dough...": lyrical, lovely, intensely felt.

jen revved said...

Thanks, M-- hope you're having good holiday...xxxxj