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, February 13, 2011

Midnight Valentine...for Jingle Potluck


Torch Song  2011

(written to  "Brussels in the Rain"- Paquito d' Rivera)

We play it your way
we stand outside the embrace
of  riffs of sultry midnight jazz
that make me want and want and want
To reinstate our old assent to hunger
the risks we took to take each other
wouldn't it be something
to be there in Brussels
in the midnight rain

The clock wound all the way back
we would stroll the cobbled labyrinth
I once explored, courtyards unfolding into others
and the shops of chocolatiers
and hotels with shutters and flickers
of the shadows of lovers, the candlelit intimations
of late night truth or dare

There would be the allure
of the gas lights and one another
the aching nearness of our mouths
the sheen and wild rose scent of my hair
my highways and overpasses remembered
by your strong hands with their long
discerning fingers

The old tenderness would flare
and move us to dance
young again new again
sound of mind and limb

By our too long endured desire--
too late to quench such prescient fever
or not, with staggered breath
hold on tight and deliver

What book on the table?
the one we began to write together
what nectar would we share
every kiss a bite of honeyed wild pears

We would want for nothing
wrapped in velvet jazz
the rain spent and pooling in the fountain
you, me, in renewed surrender

Reprinting all of history on the skin,
building an empire of recollection
for foul weather or fair,
in Brussels in the midnight rain.


(written to the piece "Brussels in the Rain"- Paquito d' Rivera--working with assonance short e/ah-- but in the main, consonance: over 70 r's in this poem...whoa...)

copyright Jenne' R.Andrews 2011
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Jingle said...

the rain spent and pooling in the fountain
you, me, in renewed surrender...

fabulous love piece, thanks for sharing.

jen revved said...


Ami Mattison said...

I love the sensuality of this piece. I think the choice to remove punctuation lets it flow as jazz flows. And its movement and cadences successfully bears the improv of that music.

"We would want for nothing
wrapped in velvet jazz
the rain spent and pooling in the fountain
you, me, in renewed surrender" -- an example of the fantastic images here.

Great write, Jen!

jen revved said...

Thanks Jingle, thanks AM