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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, June 7, 2011

Monday Poem for the Memes/ Magpie Tales/One Shot

For Magpie Tales & One Shot -- see the photo leading to this poem here.  I also have a spanking new erotic poem up at A Tu Placer, and a brand new review of Erica Jong's anthology launching next week, Sugar in My Bowl, up at Loquaciously Yours.  My memoir is online in full, with some great feedback-- Nightfall in Verona.  


One Eye, Two

What holds a glass eye in place.
How taut the socket
And no fine tendon, no solder.

How then does the world seem
One eye fixed, the other at large
Just as today looking at mares
Through binoculars

My right eye blurred the field
To a Monet plein air– green smudges,
darting motes of light.

The other eye seemed to understand
Magnification and looked steadily out
As the mares moved among themselves
One foal flat out on the grass
Another wobbling up to drink--

The reliable eye fed the dozing herd
To the musing brain
That then said
A statuary of beasts.

One good eye
Makes the road straight and narrow
The other saves up sapphires
And diamonds, salting old unwept
Tears.

One eye, two.  The green field
Flaring up.  Oh if I could not see
What I love—the blue contour
Of the foothills, or the republic

Of geese rehearsing the migratory
Surge, the wing stretch
The eager pitch of neck and head,
Black goggles for flight

Or the iris opening now, unfurling
Silver and blue conundra,some petals
Upright, some downcast

Like the ears of field spaniels, and swallow-tailed
Dragonflies, dipping and wanting.

My  blue glass eye
winces
With impunity
When the heart gives itself
To a hitchhiker from Juarez.

It looks out with an owl’s night vision
At the oncoming Other
Warding him off
Contrary, unflinching--

This is my misbegotten Picasso eye,
Sliding down my face
Mutinous, obdurate,
Fixed agate orb  counting stars.



c
copyright 2011 Jenne' R. andrews


8 comments:

* said...

"My blue glass eye
winces
With impunity
When the heart gives itself
To a hitchhiker from Juarez."

That stanza alone could be its own poem. Great take on the Magpie prompt.

Pat Hatt said...

Pretending to see
Most are blocked by a tree
But clarity comes at some point
No matter how much some one keeps their nose out of joint
Each part could have been a poem in and of itself
Great write here at your shelf

jabblog said...

This is made to be read aloud - and I did. It flows beautifully and the references are so apt.

Brendan said...

As usual, you rock ... The skewed vision of the glass eye is given its spiritual inside here, which is to see beyond seeing, or beyond stereotypy -- a woundedness in one world but a gift in this other. Great job. - Brendan

Tumblewords: said...

Intriguing piece!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

What a fine piece of writing - excellent.

Anna :o]

Tess Kincaid said...

Of course "Picasso Eye" reached out and grabbed me, since I just wrote a poem on it. Excellent write, Jen.

Jenne' R. Andrews said...

Thank you, Tumblewords, HyperCryptical et al-- perhaps, Tess I should have called this "Picasso Eye"-- synchronicity? ! xxxj