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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.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

For Saturday's One Stop Poetry and One Shoot Sunday

(combining saturday and sunday prompts-- photo of Vader et cetera...)

Los Objetos del Pasado...

"...and here is the eye of a star that
fell to earth when her constellation
was shaken by a winter wind" --

 Lorenzo Lapislazuli

May I use that falling star from your past
as my epigraph
may I hold in my hand something
that touched you


May I say
that in the deeps of space
someone cloaked and embittered
plays a violin

Everything
should be possible then:
One day courage will ignite in me
and I will drop the ancient family bible
into the river
and its pages, the signatures
of those who have faded away
will disintegrate
into the silt

I will carry the imaginary Fedora
of my father's , containing
the polished stones
of failed love between us
on the train to Montreal
and cast it off
into ghost meadows of trillium
on fire with the dawn

So many anchors and pulls
like your Senor Kilo-
weight of the Mexican fish
on the tiled table

Why do I love those opaque
golden eyes
they see nothing
the fish has no ears it cannot hear me

I see the inflamed heavens:  I hear
a faint and sinister rhapsody
As a falling star I burn out
like a cinder
arcing over the late night skies
I once said hid God's heart
from the homing fury
of humankind.

I don't know.  I know nothing
Just that the carillon of St. Joseph's
in the barrio
calls me to mis rodillas
and yet I cannot 
make the sign of the cross.



An old poem, circa 1970


Ruins

The boy holds
the wooden goat from Chimayo
to his forehead,
in a game of butting.

A gift from the drunken mother
who swears 
when the horns are broken.

He is young and cries
She rocks until darkness
dreaming of luminarios
and the desert.

xx

All posted work copyrighted to Jenne' R. Andrews 2011

6 comments:

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

In answer to your initial question: yes, you certainly may. I was touched and pleased to see that something of my own touched and pleased you, and even more delighted to see it segue into the beautiful poem that followed. The imagery dazzles ... "into ghost meadows of trillium /on fire with the dawn".

And the final image of being called to one's knees but unable to make the sign of the cross rings and downright clangs so loud and true for me.

I couldn't help but notice that the date (circa 1970) you give more or less coincides with the memory that sparked the poem I wrote and from which you have harvested the epigraph. Little polished stones that we can pass around to each other ...

Anonymous said...

Second one's good, but I love the first. There's so much rich association with death and God and the father, qualities all which are absenting from our ever-living, godless, fatherless present. Vader is such a far, bad daddy, given over the to cold dark of stellar distance ... Strange how some things float in the aether. I woke up around 1:30 a.m. this night from a nightmare where all my family had died, one by one at once, and I was struggling to write obits for them all. In particular, my older brother who had drowned crying "father, father" as a boat passed overhead. But when I woke it seemed that I had died. -- Brendan

Claudia said...

you always have the most intriguing imagery in your poems and the distance to a father on the other side of what we can caputre can be felt in your writing

Steve Isaak said...

Stunning images/ideas/flow, a trademark of yours. Perfect.

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Humbled, as ever, and thank you, each of you! xxxj

Fireblossom said...

I love that first one. "In the deeps of space..." could be followed by almost anything and be a rich image. I love the bible and the hat full of stones. Really enjoyed the entire thing.