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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.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

A Poem for Thursday, Magpie and Carry On Tuesday Challenges....







Calabrian Garlic

In her window, a basket of garlic reaching
For the sun. She broke off one of its fat cloves
And took the knife to it, using
The flat of the blade to mash the clove open;
Then she peeled off the papery rind
And there it was, sending its quartered objections

Up into the air of the kitchen, disempowered
And redolent.
I sat back in the shadows with my love,
Her son Pepe; we sipped latte di mandorla
And watched Mama in her cooking dance

How she carefully took a beef knuckle
Out of butcher paper,
Put it in a boiling pot for stock, crushing
Fresh tomatoes for the sauce.  We kissed
And longing surged in us 
And my love's tongue was as tensile 
and searching
As the garlic’s green
Inquiring foot

And I dared not touch the tendrils
Of his desire then.
But later, spent and laughing after dinner
I kissed his garlicky mouth
And much later, we wept briny tears of rapture,
Rising to walk the edge of paradise,
The lolling Calabrian phosphor
On the Strait of Messina.

I saw something arc in the air
And he said it was the pesce spada, the swordfish
In rising-moon ardor.  I said
Within myself, with my poet’s heart,
Thinking of Homer’s stunned walk
In this very place, that is the mermaid-gorgon
Scylla herself, exulting
In the tide that forces garlic-stricken lovers
Into each other’s arms at all hours.

Soon I boarded a train away
From Momma, Papa
And the babies lolling in everyone’s arms
At dusk in the kitchen. 
Many years later, there is no trace of them,
Not even anything legible in a book of names,
As if I had conjured all of it 
From thin air, my indoctrination
Into a hard, polished love tinted
By flash in the pan anger,
Like the pink water-laved stones

One finds in the surf--– la famiglia’s
Work-weary and serene
Faces as we walked the garden. 
This is what I remember
Now, all of them cloistered 
In simplicity and resolve
Like the purposeful garlic bulb 
In the window basket--sublimely 
Permanent,
Sheathed in undaunted light.



Copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011











7 comments:

Doctor FTSE said...

This is a really enjoyable poem, catching a variety of moods without overdoing any of the effects. Good.

Dick said...

There is a long tradition of poems that merge the sensuality of food and sexuality. With its languorous Italian setting, this one works beautifully, creating a powerful sense of time and place. Superb.

Jinksy said...

This is what I remember
Now, all of them cloistered
In simplicity and resolve
Like the purposeful garlic bulb,
In the window basket

And so the memories will continue to flower...
Great Magpie.

Anonymous said...

Ah Scylla, scintilla of the entire ocean, leaping up through the taste of garlic on a lover's tongue, in the cooking rapture of the loins. Such a fine, measured, tasteful, earthy, sea-deep song. The Romans would place cuculattus -- fish-riding cupidon -- on gravestones, marking perhaps the passage of eros through a life and on into the void, sounding down like Scylla when she pierced the woven blue ... How wonderful ... Brendan

Lucy Westenra said...

This was an ambitious undertaking, but you pulled it off! Recreates the Mediterranean very evocatively.

Brian Miller said...

nice. love the wraparound to the garlic tying up nicely with a bow...tears of rapture, mmm...fine bit of story telling here jen

Semaphore said...

This is an exquisite poem, I can breathe the atmosphere, my fingers are sticky with scooping the garlic, so palpable and real.