WECOME! (Please scroll down for current post.) This blog contains the work of poet Jenne' R. Andrews and several translations from English to Italian of other poets' work, as well as translations of Andrews' work into Italian. Please note the translation widget on the right side of the blog.

Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. In the early 70's she was mentored by the great Robert Bly and Canadian poet Tom Wayman. She has one small press book, Reunion, Lynx House Press, edited by Christopher Howell. A current booklength ms., And Now, the Road, was a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize.

She has three published chapbooks and a forthcoming chapbook of "Italiana" from Finishing Line Press titled Boca, Voce, Delirio-- Mouth, Voice, Delirium.

Her work has recently appeared in Vox Populi, published by Michael Simms, The Passionate Transitory, published by Robert Wilkinson, Belletrist Coterie and The Adirondack Review.

Andrews was full-time Poet in Residence of the St. Paul Schools. She holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University and is a fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts in Literature.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

New Poem: Nomad, for Magpie Tales and Beyond...

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Image:  Manu Prombol

My first instinct, when I see that you
are once more immersed in reading

Lonesome Dove for the tenth time,
is to call you to me.

Live, don’t read, I say;
don’t run away from me into that

long and winding story.
Then I remember the years

alone in my bell jar bedroom,
where the hard-bound frontier

sagas were thick oak doors,
their pages a sheaf of jailer's keys;

that I could bandage my wounds, slip out
to the patio,

throw my great-grandfather's Calvary saddle 
over the adobe wall and race then
toward the pinon smoke scenting
the indigo distance—

Apache campfire, braves drumming home
a prodigal rider.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012


Laurie Kolp said...

I love to read. This is great, Jenne. Especially like-

where the hard-bound frontier

sagas were thick oak doors,
their pages a sheaf of jailer's keys

thingy said...

What a glorious image you have presented,

Brian Miller said...

i hear you on this...i started a poem the other day on the progression from actually living to read, then tv, then video games, then what...

lonesome dove is good though...i like the characters...but i also like the double meaning in the title

Tess Kincaid said...

So evocative...I love the scent of leather...the jingling of keys...the smoke in my eyes...

Little Nell said...

Ah the power of ‘immersion’ in a story. Beautifully described.

Berowne said...

I really liked that smoke in the indigo distance...

Maureen said...

Wonderful response to the image, Jenne. As always, great imagery representing the "hard-bound frontier".

Helen said...

Your poem is alive with emotion, colors, textures, adventure ... I enjoyed it!

Sean Vessey said...

As always you have journeys of the heart, mind, body and soul to the edge and beyond

manicddaily said...

Wonderfully compassionate and human. k.

manicddaily said...

Wonderfully compassionate and human. k.

razzamadazzle said...

Great poem. It really is possible to become completely immeresed in what we read.