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Professor Jenne' Rodey Andrews, M.F.A., is a highly regarded American poet. 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.

Professor Andrews has written and had traditionally published and self-published individual poems and poetry in at last 50 literary journals and magazines and numerous collections of poetry, memoir, and chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013, 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.

In 2019 she was invited to publish her current ms. Beautiful Dust with Salmon, Ltd, Ireland, a high profile literary press, but withdrew her manuscript to protest the discriminatory attitude of Irish writers toward American Poets. She also withdrew her ms. from Nodin Press, Minneapolis, in a dispute with a neophyte acquisitions editor who found too much loss and grief in her work. It 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.

In 2018, she also withdrew her collection of translations Bocca, Voce, Delirio, Mouth, Voice, Delirium, Poems of Italy and Amore, from Finishing Line, which had been translated by Professor Lorenzo Luciani and the Poet Rosalba di Vona, whose work has been translated on this very blog, after the translators threw tantrums when the Poet identified two errors, and the publisher, Finishing Line Press, insisted that she proofread galleys produced by broken software that were utterly illegible. Beautiful Dust and Bocca Voce will be circulated to other houses.

She is the lauded contemporary and associate of poets Christopher Howell, Tom Wayman, Bill Tremblay, Patricia Kirkpatrick, many others and the memoirist Patricia Hampl, who 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.

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 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 a memoir about her pioneer roots, "Territory Fever: The Story of an Albuquerque Family," and a memoir, The Razor-Blade Garden: One Woman writes of Shame, Desolation and Self-Redemption. The latter will be circulated and the former is 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 currently advocating for the civil rights of the poet Ping Wang who recently won the AWP Award for Memoir as well as having three open cases of her own before the Colorado Division of Civil Rights.

In 2015, after a long battle, Andrews extracted her MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, self-advocating under the Americans with Disabilities Act. She 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, one of the first poets to inaugurate The Loft Literary Center, co-founding Women Poets of the Twin Cities which 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 Caroline Marshall of NPR The Writer Reads as "fabulous." A four-part interview of Professor Andrews is available online at fellow poet Maureen Doallas's inimitable blog Writing without Paper...

Professor 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, Lucien Stryk, Editor. Professor Stryk read the title poem of In Pursuit of the Family on NPR.

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, March 31, 2019

Poem: Fugitive -


Fugitive

I have been running ahead of a thundering storm of crows
for days.  Years.  Multitudes of owls with piercing
eyes and talons.  Blizzards of infuriated snow that ache

To be ash, sky that would like to darken or swallow itself.
I sang and sang last night to Handel and Mozart and then
we assailed each other with our tongues. On the radio, manifold

Voices spoke of the take-out of the patriarch terrorist, how
the late day sun irradiated a gull as it soared from cliff to white
cap to prow.  What is a mortal wound, a hit to the brain by way

Of the eye. Or a blow to the heart quivering in its silver casing
like a Derringer in a cupboard. I fled over the washboard road,
the bridge poised to fall, past ancient trees, wary neighbor, dogs

Milling at her gate. In his run a golden horse looked out at the
newly green field.  We together populated the rutted hours
in common vigilance, as if an armed stranger were working her way

To us from farm to farm, the night blooming dusk. Now my jaw is
tarnished, my spoons misaligned. Have you ever believed yourself
to be a mistake. What would you pay for a reprieve?   This useless

Chattering of sparrows in the plum blossoms-- who will love us.   
does it matter.   Write to live.  Paint to burn down the wormwood
of day. A priest claimed I don’t believe I’m loved and then

My windshield was pitted by gravel and I slid from the white dress of my flesh. Our fugitive bodies, washed, swaddled,“eased” into the sea. Only then, the fields on fire with lavender.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012-2019

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