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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.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

New Poem for DVerse Open Link Night and Beyond.... Here, Hereafter

High Ceilings - oil-    Stuart Codington Andrews 2011



Here, Hereafter

What can I tell you of this place where the bosque
And the barrio intertwine,  newly cut damp alfalfa 
Curing, the hairpin road around a  pond
Where the blue heron is attentive to the rain--
That the near pine-furred foothills contain us
In a river valley thick with cottonwoods

Among them, small wooden houses
Built a lifetime ago,  sagging porches
Leaning toward the dark?  Merely that at nightfall
Someone is playing Brahms on her baby grand
Warped door open to the late summer
And that far off on the prairie a broken-tooth moon rises

On the verging autumn.  To be sure all is green and ripe
Under this undaunted and guiding refraction
Lighting the highway to the west
The corn tasseled, abundant, all of the sun-warm plunder
At its zenith and for the taking
But there is dearth on the wind, frost fire at daybreak--

The horses look out at the night in their canny and ardent
Discernment, ears pricked forward.  The spindled paint foals
I watched rise from the earth through my binoculars
Are already tall. I fear for them
When the time comes to rope them away
From the mares, ship them to the sale barn

And the indifferent plainsong of the auctioneers
And I think then not of the fate
that awaits so much beauty in the rouged dusk,
the vintage lemon-globed lamps
Lighting the way across the surging green river
But that the days fold into themselves the stained pages

Of a lifetime counting down, celebratory night
Sundered now and again by great owls
Seeing into the very earth, then aloft
Against the transient dappled moon
Bearing our alloyed dreams on
In luminous and heavy-bodied flight.



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Open link night at D'Verse Poets Pub

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews   jenneandrews2010@gmail.com

20 comments:

Timoteo said...

Aches with the heartbreak, and the euphoria of being.

Diana Lee said...

This is an absolute delight to the senses. I want to step into these words and experience it all first-hand. Wonderful!

Maureen said...

Your brother's painting is lovely.

Again, much to exclaim over here, the extraordinary visual imagery especially: "pine-furred foothills", "broken-tooth moon", "frost fire at daybreak", "dreams . . . in luminous, heavy-bodied flight". Few equal you in imagery and lyricism. The deep feeling is here and finely controlled.

Brendan said...

Gorgeously bittersweet. You pack layers of meaning into this natural scene, extolling an end to summer, to childhood, to the innocence, to a life. It's quite a hymn, friend. - Brendan

Lady Nyo said...

Jenne, I love this! there is so much real imagery here that transports to another realm.

Very, very good...hauntingly good. Rich poetry you write!

This is a delight.

Lady Nyo

Carys said...

I fell as though I have been stood gazing at a painting, created with love and understanding for the landscape and life around it. Beautiful write.

Sheila said...

a magnificent visual treat - broken-tooth moon and Lighting the way across the surging green river
But that the days fold into themselves the stained pages - are my favorites

Jannie Funster said...

Nothing as uplifting and as sad as nature in the raw -- the beauty and devastation of it, the auctioneers uncaring call.

This swept me away from stem to stern.

Scarlet said...

Great images of nature here...you are certainly a painter of words ~

Pat Hatt said...

You really worked all of ones senses with this piece, wonderfully done.

Henry Clemmons said...

Reminds me of the big moon I've been seeing all week. It almost inspired me, the moon that is:)
Your poem is a true inspiration. Very well written and presented.

kelvin s.m. said...

..a poem of substance and fine imagery, ma’am… i adore your expertise in sensibility of words and observations.. i like in particular the lines about the horses looking out at the night…. and the ending for me justifies the preceding lines.. i like the painting as well, it looks so real even at a close view.. i think there’s no need to mention but i like to say it: EXCELLENT!

~Kelvin

Anonymous said...

Jenne, I am honored you stopped by my blog. With this poem, you paint an indelible portrait of life on the plains. I could smell the cornsilk. I could feel for the foals. I bathed in that moonlight. Thank you for a gorgeous adventure. Peace to you and yours, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/whose-side-are-they-on-now/

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Many thanks to each of you for such heartening comments. I look forward to our continued support of each other's work-- xxxJ

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You made me feel as if I know intimately this landscape which is foreign to me. A very beautiful poem.

Mark Kerstetter said...

"the days fold into themselves the stained pages"

-I love that part so much. There's always a sliver - however tiny - of death on the edge of profound beauty, that infuses beauty with an almost unbearable ache in the "here." The genius of your poem is that you entrust this ache to be borne aloft by the owl, emissary of night.

James Rainsford said...

There are lines here which will live long in my poetic memory. An astounding write. full of authentic feeling and skilful stimulation of the senses. Loved it!

Charles Elliott said...

A wonderful, image-rich rural meditation. I wanted to understand your opening line, but found nothing when I tried to look up "bosque." Can you explicate?

Unknown said...

Such well composed poetry, it read so beautifully and I connected to the river valley in a perfect way. Lovely write! ~ Rose

Sharon Rose Thomas said...

I liked reading here, this causes a lot of visual flashes and imagery to the read.