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 .

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poem for Thanksgiving Week


We maneuver
Through the singing veins
Of autumn.
Day fades
To bone-shards
In the heart’s profusion

I understand discontinuity
I was born with it in my mouth.
Rain collects
At the temple, the blinds were drawn
Before we were born. 
There is laughter
Out in the dried grass
I wonder aloud if there are loons
Not in Colorado I say.
You heard them: they must be here
You aver and I shatter

Away, pumpkins tumbling
From their places
To fresh asphalt--
Oriental children
Making airy paper lanterns
And then a sudden rising
Of dark water.


Maureen said...

Oh, I so like these lines: "the singing veins/ Of autumn"; "bone-shards / In the heart's profusion"; "the blinds were drawn /Before we were born". And that turn that begins with "I wonder aloud if there are loons/ Tonight / Not in Colorado".

The contrast between "airy paper lanterns" and "a sudden rising / Of dark water" also is wonderful.


jen revved said...

Thanks, Maureen! Have a wonderful dia de gracias...xxxj