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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, March 27, 2011

Poem for One Shoot Sunday





Crush

I am the shy girl back in the stage shadows
merely one bareheaded
apple-breasted shepherdess in the chorus

And the town's golden boy, the mortician's son
the natural-born tenor takes center stage

As Lancelot.  I am not Guinevere
our head cheerleader transformed
to an engrailed Arthurian vision

But I should be. He sings to her
while she sits in green diaphanous lassitude

Pretending to eat a pear
He perjures himself,

Pledging to fall on his faux sword for her
at any hour.

I hear him say 
he'll bequeath the shield 

To her, when the curtain falls
And the set is broken down
on striking night.

He warbles on
and everyone applauds.
I seethe

And pray that a papier mache raven
flies down in Act II
and plucks out her eyes

Or better yet, pecks off her cherry
and gives it to a beggar.

One night, beggar myself I caught a ride home
from him in the family hearse-- something 
overcame me
and I bared my breast in the moonlight

And he turned me over his knee
a well-rehearsed budding patriarch
admonishing me with the flat of his hand.

Even then, I lay in my narrow bed 
a slip of moon trapped in the rose bush
at the window pane
Dreaming us together

I was galloping on the white filly
of my imagination

And he raced ahead of me
on his black warhorse
shedding his armor in the grove

Taking me as I thought
women were taken up
into the arms of their loves back then

In those bittersweet sleepless hours
that he had dared to spank me 
was the bad dream

In my reverie we were 
old hands at the joust
of carnal love

And then the dream turned
to an aqua scrim of light and water.


xxx
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
all rights reserved

9 comments:

hedgewitch said...

A refreshing revisiting of Arthurian legend, to say the least. A fine lyrical capture of the complex emotions of the young who feel so hard and know so little, and also so much we later forget. I like it very much that he is the undertaker's son.

Fireblossom said...

"He warbles on"

Love that, because it conveys the pretty shallowness of the mouthed words and the speaker himself. Interesting that you wished all manner of violence on her, while idealizing him. Par for the schooldays course, I suppose, but time will have its way with both of them. Bet on that.

Jenne' R. Andrews said...
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Jenne' R. Andrews said...

@Hedgewitch-- thanks so much. Yes, it has been a percolating colorful story for many moons-- was glad to have it spring for whatever reason from the mysterious photo prompt for today. xj

Steve Isaak said...

Wow-worthy work. Perfect on all counts.

Semaphore said...

I thought, wow, what an imaginative work - from the shepherdess jealousy to the seduction and spanking in the hearse - but this was real? Real or imagined, a well-wrought work, paced beautifully from start to finish.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Crush!! What a lovely interpretation of the picture. I wish I'd thought of that!

He sings to her
while she sits in green diaphanous lassitude

Pretending to eat a pear
He perjures himself,

Pledging to fall on his faux sword for her
at any hour...

This is masterful writing. I was happy to be caught up in this tale. Brilliant from start to finish.

Alegria Imperial said...

I wish I have wise and knowing words to add to the perfection that is your poem. But I can only say how 'tantalized' I am by the lines that flit in and out of the story and the dream. Thank you, Jen!

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Thanks so very much, each of you. May we write on and feel wonderful about our gifts. xxxj