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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 .

Monday, August 22, 2011

Poem for Magpie Tales Monday and Beyond


Thanks once more to Tess Kincaid for the prompt at Magpie Tales meme.  Other new work of mine follows this post.  xj 


The Way We Were....



Redemption

How strange
That we should then be laughing in tall grass
Listening to Brahms
Grief smoothed from our faces
Sophisticated seraphim, in our shirt-waist
Dresses, seersucker suits

We read the censored works
Of the Lost Generation unaware
Of a delicately timed demise: that we had each 
Gone to sleep among the tapestries
Of indifference and obligation

Stepping out of line in the human parade
Selected for our earlier vigor and remade
Recast in a play, a vaudeville,
By the prima danseuse of an opaque oblivion
In heaven’s heaven—
A deuced coupe packed with flowers.


copyright Jenne' Andrews 2011  jenneandrews2010@gmail.com 

5 comments:

moondustwriter said...

Love the travel back in time
you encapsulate the growing pains of that time so well Jenne

Lena said...

Oh my! Quite a touching write.Funny how we all feel that redeeming need from time to time.

Steve Isaak said...

Love this!

Friko said...

Ghosts of the past resurrected for just such an occasion.
You have written a very delicate poem.

Brian Miller said...

nice jenne...the second stanza is where it really pics up for me and calls out truth as well...