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Professor Jenne' Rodey Andrews, M.F.A., is a highly regarded American poet, critic and memoirist. Recent work has appeared in former Autumn House Publisher Michael Simms' Vox Populi (over fifteen poems) The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and elsewhere.

Andrews' current ms of poetry Beautiful Dust was a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House and she recently withdrew the work from Salmon Ltd, Ireland to protest unmoderated bashing of American writers by Irish writers on the press's social media pages.

Her most recent collection, Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, lauded by Robert Bly and endorsed by poets Jim Moore, Dawn Potter and Patricia Kirkpatrick, appeared from Finishing Line Press 2013. A booklength collection Beautiful Dust was 2014 finalist for the Autumn House Press Poetry Prize and solicited by Salmon Press, Ireland. Turning on work set in the West and her native Southwest the collection is under submission to 2019 publication prizes.

Andrews is currently hard at work on two new memoirs: The Shame Garden: A Woman Writes of Isolation, Despair and Self-Redemption, which in intensely wrought and imagistic prose poetry chronicles the anatomy of shame; it is the poet's late-in-life tour d'force, sending the reader through Dante's circles of hell, the sewers of Paris ala Les Mis, mano a mano confrontations with the Alien mater familias, fusing literary and vintage cinematic works in an elliptical dance with human history and experience of being Other. The poet has no idea of what will become of this work but hopes it finds a home as memoir with a small press.

A four part interview with Andrews went live at poet Maureen Doallas's blog Writing without Paper in 2010.

Other collections include the full-length Reunion, Lynx House Press, The Dark Animal of Liberty, Leaping Mountain Press, and In Pursuit of the Family, edited and published by Robert Bly and the Minnesota Writers Publishing House.

Her work has been anthologized in Heartland II, Northern Illinois University Press, 25 Minnesota Vols. I and II, Wingbone: An Anthology of Colorado Poetry, Women Poets of the Twin Cities, Oil and Water and Other Things that Don't Mix, and elsewhere.

Essays have appeared in MPR's Magazine, The Colorado Review, The Twin Falls Times News, and miscellaneous journals.

IIt is Prof. Andrews' belief that one's collection of poetry must be judged on the quality of its craft, voice, and language, not its themes.


With Mr. Bly the memoirist Patricia Hampl wrote a forward to her first collection and is considered the "mother" of the modern American memoir although she arguably shares this title with Mary Karr for Karr's The Liar's Club. Andrews mentored Karr in Minneapolis when the former was circa 19.

Professor Andrews has had an illustrious teaching career at Colorado State University and the University of Colorado where she taught prelaw students in the making of argument and the issues-oriented seminar The American West. She was the highest rated instructor in the University Writing program during her tenure at Boulder.

Currently Professor Andrews writes daily at age 70, having been rendered housebound in 2007 in a fall from a horse, at home with her lover and companion of thirty years the fiction writer Jack Brooks, ten new poems a month, and is working on an additional memoir about her pioneer roots, "Territory Fever: The Story of an Albuquerque Family," posted as chapters are finished to Loquaciously Yours where the poet has produced over 450 essays in the past decade on a variety of topics as well as book reviews. Upcoming: a review of Ethna McKiernan's new Salmon Collection.

Ms. Andrews is also a Civil Rights Advocate advocating in 2019 for the civil rights of the poet Ping Wang who recently won the AWP Award for Memoir.

In 2015, after a long battle, Andrews extracted her MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, begun and finished in the 80's, self-advocating under the Americans with Disabilities Act. In fact Andrews was instrumental in the Colorado Commission on Higher Education's approval of the MFA at CSU.

She is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, the Minnesota Arts Board Fellowship, was short-listed for a Bush Foundation Fellowship, 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, one of the first poets to inaugurate The Loft Literary Center, co-founding Women Poets of the Twin Cities which as noted boosted the careers of Mary Karr, Ethna McKiernan and others, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy which gave rise to the "voluptuous prose-poetry" memoir Nightfall in Verona posted in entirety here, designated by arts maven and former friend Caroline Marshall of NPR The Writer Reads as "fabulous."

Circa 2010 Andrews also founded a poetry group on She Writes which included Dawn Potter, Katha Pollock and other noteworthy writers, and supported the work of Meg Waite Clayton, fiction writer in addition to mentoring a number of other up and coming writers.

There is no way to estimate the influence on the lives and work of the some 12,000 students k-12 she met and encouraged in the seventies, but the poet James Tolan has attributed his career to her work as it was anthologized in Heartland II, Lucien Stryk, Editor. Professor Stryk read the title poem of In Pursuit of the Family on NPR.

As noted the poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple's daily life is centered around writing and enjoying their beautiful imported Golden Retrievers;-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com.

Signed copies of the Blackbirds Dance collection, endorsed by James Moore, Patricia Kirkpatrick and Dawn Potter, are available from the poet. She posts new work below and is available for mentorship and virtual readings via Skype.

She is happy to critique ms. of poetry, fiction and memoir for a small fee.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Re-post-- Cairo burning...

Like many today, very affected by things in Egypt.  Ergo, this draft.  Please  scroll down for the poem posted for One Shot Wednesday-- thank you for such wonderful comments.  xxxj



For Cairo, Burning

They that dwell in darkness
shall see a great light.. Isaiah

Would the lamb of god
come upon this clear midnight?

In lux dubitas--- doubt
Within light
We travel north over frozen lands
Into the storm of gilded sand

Seated in the wind
We bridge the spent moon
Heading east
Where morning is
  
Our fear
Goes fallow, like the corn field
Geese come
To break the hull, peck
And split the chaff

So is faith seeded
So does fear take wing
Transformed
Swan lifting on the night
  
iii

The eyes of all
Wait upon us

But we are the watchers
And those who bring forth.
We act upon the hills
With the seed flung from our hands

We raise up growth
From a charred field
That which spills
From our pockets
Is that which brings
The wheat.

iv

I seek you in a delirium
I am spent in the poppies
   
I dress myself
In the vestments of the owl
I look out from a rookery
In the crags

I soar over the parting sea,
That wave of the lost
That makes way
For something in white silk
Draped, disguised.

No one sees
Who that one is
It passes, unnamed
Would you come,
upon this clear
Midnight
Like a thousand winds
A hundred stallions from the heavens

Would the black waters part

v

Some say the broken
Of the desert
Cannot handle freedom.

This is a lie.
Humble the liars
Who say the people
Are blind
And without clean souls
And cannot find their way.

Freedom rides in upon a clear midnight
Veiled, yet palpable

By the light of the dawn
they that have dwelt in darkness 
fall upon her
Like bread.



xx

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8 comments:

Ami Mattison said...

Beautifully, wonderfully lyrical--fine, brilliant writing as usual, Jenne'! I've been thinking of writing about these events as well. I think your poem just pushed me over the edge into summoning my own voice on these heavy matters. Thanks!

Maureen said...

Late last night, unable to stop watching the protests, I pulled out my copy of Mahmoud Darwish "If I Were Another". I ended up tweeting a few lines from his marvelous poetry.

I've just read your poem again and see in it some of the same images Darwish uses: bread, light, the empty hands, the sea.

hedgewitch said...

Reverberant images and mystical lines, saying what needs to be said. It's so hard to know what to say here where its safe to people who are risking everything for a new world. Thanks for speaking out.

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Thanks Ami, Mo, and HW--xxxj

Ted said...

I dress myself
In the vestments of the owl
I look out from a rookery
In the crags

You conjure with these words, strike a bass chord, forebode...you call on many allusions here and remind us the owl is a night hunter, an omen, a fortune teller. He is wise to rest by day in the rookery atop dusty rafters in the grainery for his best work is done by night and in the context of Cairo, he plots his revolution in the crags with brother pidgeon and sister swallow. From it all, your words sing of a wellspring of hope which must be at the heart of all revolutions.

Anonymous said...

The voice here soars high over the flames, but is composed of the many down below whose hearts and bodies have ignited them. A very delicate fine way to go into the burning guts of the moment. -- Brendan

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

thanks Maureen, Hedge, Ami, Brendan, Ted! xxxj

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Thanks very much, Brendan and Ted...xxj