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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.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

It Sucks! And...poem for One Shot Wednesday....

Getting Unpublished

I said it was rejection and it was true although an old owl said 
it was in my mind.   I knew it was true because of how I felt
I felt an explosion in the area of my heart and the winching 
of a deep-sixed Chrysler out of the harbor in my gut. 

Many humpty dumpties sit preening on a wall of faces, straightening
their bowties.  It is spring.  They are self-pleased, having hatched
numerous poems that litter the gutters.  There are too many words
in the gutter and there is no room for the heart. Then a note came

From an editor that said I am throwing off radiation.  Upgrade
to Chernobyl seven.  An editor says in sidestepping the issue
of a book that more people need to be acquainted with my work. 
Upgrade to seven.  Don't call rejection a dove or a butterfly. 

Enjambment sucks.  Once the stars rose, freefell into alignment
for me.  I had a few years of enjambed ascendancy like a nonplussed
queen on an egg timer. Queen of the Humpties.  Timed.  Then I was cooked.

Frankenstein concocts a new bride from his dead old one but as a concocted woman she pines for an equally fabricated man.  Yet in her gut she knows she's been conned and sets herself on fire to prove herself right.


Don't self-immolate, but don't count on the stars.  Trust the gut.  Snap 
the necklace of pearls the man who left you for someone else gave you.  
Throw the diamond ring into the creek.  Throw the old love and the editor 
into the deep end and let them tread water.  Eat their cell phones.  Then deny

That you did anything wrong. Don't let them confiscate your opiates.
I was once kicked in the stomach by a horse.  That's how it feels
to be turned away, to love opium.  Write for yourself, be your own lover, 
don't borrow anyone else's good luck that they call God. Publish your book 

As Leaves of Oaks—use real leaves. Consort with the tramps who live on the irrigation ditch with their old ribby dogs, bulls of the pit.  They get what being cast out is.  Crawl into an old tramp's bedroll.  Be as much yourself as an old tramp; rend your garments. Turn a few tricks but don’t act like a whore.

For a time you will be unpublished and used and useful,  like a road singing in a yellow wood.


April 12, 2011

This poem was written as an imperative catharsis and posted for One Shot Wednesday, the engaging meme of One Stop Poetry. 


Copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews 2011

10 comments:

Brian Miller said...

you know, they will try to make you into who they want you to be, who they think they can market...be yourself, success will find you or it wont...but in the end you will be true...

Alegria Imperial said...

Love it, love it, love it!!! I love how you transfomed the word, 'sucks', into bristling poetry. Your lines leap as flames crackling against brittle skies or those of the mighty who crumple creations their minds cannot sense because they have not known salt. It's true--the word now used is 'decline', as a verb 'to refuse or reject' but as a noun is derogatory as it means, 'a dimunition, a downward slope, a gradual loss of physical and mental faculties'! I'm fueling your rage, am I not? Haha...but I've been there more than a dozen times and that's why I sooo love your poem!

Fireblossom said...

You're right, Jen, I DO like this! anger, contents under pressure! This reads like something that just had to come out, and right away besides.

I love the winching, the Humpties, and especially the fake Bride of Frankenstein. Setting herself on fire! She may be a poet yet.

Timoteo said...

Rejection--in ALL forms--SUCKS ! I think that's why I stopped sending stuff out years ago. Get published...yeah...so I did that...got those contributors copies in the mail and...a strange letdown. What did anybody (besides the editor) think of it? I never knew !

Instant feedback from the internet...cool! And my gut tells me that more people read my poem or short story on a given day now than ever saw what I wrote in the South Dakota Review. And guess what...no rejection !!!

That aside...I like this piece of yours so much, I'm drooling.

G-Man said...

Thats why Blogging is so much fun!!
Unless Blogger rejects you as well...:-(
Thanks for visiting today...
It's an Honour....G-Man

Justin Germino said...

Enjoyed the poem and I am sure similar emotions were invoked for my wife when her cooking books were rejected for publication.

Marshy said...

this is such a full write...and i so get the point...trust me am working with someone on my work at mo!!!..all the best BTW..excellently written

Luke Prater said...

'Deep-sixed Chrysler' .. love that. Very expressive piece, feels like a personal journey. Thanks for sharing it

Luke

Anonymous said...

Jenne I LOVE the genius behind your work! Intelligent and sassy and no apologies--brilliant. You really hit the mark. Loved loved loved the last stanza ...a rose in a yellow wood
Fabulous as always and fresh!
Amy

The Poet said...

I hear you with this one. Nicely done.