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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 .

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Posted for One Shoot Sunday



Photo-- Iquanyin, via One Stop.



Time-traveler

Where I stumbled you see not prints
But raised humps of sand
I had tried to kick the wind

I had tried to swim beneath the waves
And then I rocked in the sky’s arms

I drank a cup of darkness
Resting in the sun

The moon rose; the earth turned
I yearned on

Where I faltered you see not gulls
but doves
I had tried to marry time

I had tried to walk the heather
without shoes 
And then I sang 

I ate a crust of bread
The tide came in, the sea
Wept its salty accolade.

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Sunday's photo challenge, One Stop Poetry.  

2 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I love the drinking a cup of darkness and trying to marry time.

Maureen said...

Lovely cadence to this. I also like the lines Fireblossom quotes, plus "I had tried to walk the heather/without shoes" and "the sea/Wept its salty accolade".