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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.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

New Poem: Banished, for DVerse Poetics and OLN

Many thanks to the inimitable Karin Gustafson, tending bar at DVerse Poets Pub today-- a lovely online community of talented people.  The prompt: to write of exile, is tre fabulous.  xj 


Banished

Everywhere’s filled with barbarism, cries of beasts:
everywhere’s filled with the fear of hostile sounds.

Ovid, On Being Cast Out of Rome

Tonight I sit on the edge of my community
writing of the fire
that has drawn all together--
the narrative of seeming unity
in the face of disaster.

That one.

The most exiled are the deer running
from the fire
the buck on my front lawn
dazed, alone.
The small living thing
left behind
cowering near the embers.

Are there others, sitting on the periphery
feeling the heat, souls aching
at the news, squinting at virtual maps
far into the early morning, writing
as the voices of catastrophe and solace
where a candle burns down
on a second-hand table?

You the displaced:
I know what this is, this sense
that your home has betrayed you,
that fire has cast you out,
laid you bare and branded.

I know the conflagration of trust,
a burning down of barns
with horses in them,
the child’s running low to the ground for years,
the solitary psalms of inner hiding

so that it isn’t safe to go among even
meandering fellow exiles
muttering to themselves,
drinking free coffee,
counting their panhandled
crisp dollar bills at dusk.

The stag at the window.
Weekend jazz, the night, the smoke
from the fire flapping its brazen
and bronze wings north to Laramie;
the sweet anonymity of night.

Nearly, and now
are we a multitude, still unknown
to one another,
a garrison of the dispossessed,
hardened and beyond weeping.



xx

Jenne' R. Andrews




copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012


13 comments:

Britton Minor said...

Without people like you, who are brave enough to say what others tiptoe around, ignore, or deny, we would all sleep through life. It's not easy to be the one who speaks up; who isn't always popular for pointing out the mistakes others have made that have cost innocent people everything--but you do it anyway, despite your own challenges. And then, the beautiful gift flows out of you (though you labor over it), and if we can but be open, we will be touched in ways that may just spur us out of our own complacency and into action (activism) when it is our time too.

Brian Miller said...

dang jenne...i can not imagine the wild fires pushing...evicting all those animals...watching them and knowing too that fire was coming and you may be next...shiver...

Laurie Kolp said...

Wow, exiled animals... this leaves quite an impression... a feeling of sadness and powerlessness.

Unknown said...

Powerful work, J, as always.

Daydreamertoo said...

The wild fires are dreadful. I cannot imagine losing everything, a home, all of your possessions, all of your memories tied up in so many years. I cannot imagine any loss of life either human or, animals. The fear must be almost unbearable.
Your prose is deep and picture filled, vivid in its imagery and truth.
Each year these fires seem to get bigger and bigger. I do hope your own home isn't under threat anymore.

Mystic_Mom said...

Jenne - I used to be a FF doing wildland and interface fires, and we faced our own fires this spring - keep speaking out! Not everyone who 'serves' does it well! That aside, great poetry here too...wow Jenne you did a great piece of work on this.

Anonymous said...

Dear Jenne = a wonderful poem, such a terrible situation. I keep thinking of the ladies' shirtwaist workers and even 9/11 = how people jump out of buildings to escape flames - and of course what can the animals and those pushed from their homes - and that terrible disorienting fear of displacement felt by humans and animals alike - so well-expressed here with your very particular details which make the poem so effective and so telling. k.

Anonymous said...

PS - so glad you used the Ovid - they are beautiful poems. k.

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous, moving, and hits so close to home. Your work is truly majestic, I admire it.

Deborah Batterman said...

Even without the prompt you say gave rise to the poem, it was there, waiting to unfold. The powerful images call to mind displacement, even disorientation, when what we think of as home is in ruins. Then there's fire itself, with everything it conjures. . . .

Brian Miller said...

caught this at poetics, so think i will just say hi and smile...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You manage to create beauty from this confronting situation.

Semaphore said...

Part of what it is, part of what makes your work incredible, is that it is theatrical, majestic in expanse and immediate in emotionality. And then you layer it with historical context and symbolic context - Ovid, the animals, the fire, and the contrast to contemporary events - so that the fiery maelstrom of your words becomes unstoppable.