Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. She has three published chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013.

A full-length collection, Reunion, Lynx House Press, was published in 1983; after a long hiatus to raise Golden Retrievers in Colorado, recent work has appeared in The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and Vox Populi, a journal of culture, politics and poetry published and edited by the august Michael Simms.

A bilingual collection of "Italiana," Bocca, Voce, Delirio, with translations by Lorenzo Luciani, will be released by Finishing Line at the end of 2016 and her latest collection, And Now, the Road, a finalist for the Autumn House prize in 2014, will be released by Salmon Poetry Ltd, Ireland, a highly regarded international house, Jessie Lendennie, Publisher, circa 2017.

Andrews holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, 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, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy.

The poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple has recently imported two British Golden Retrievers and expects a litter in June-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Monday, June 27, 2011

A poem for Magpie Tales Monday

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for yet another quixotic prompt at Magpie Tales.

Endeavor, Lino Tagliapietra, Columbus Museum of Art

On Waking to Flying Fish

I am descended upon by myriad wings
At break of day.
They want me to rise, to attune myself
To morning.

But I love the dark
With its absence of forms
And order

The deep dark clay
Of the night
Like the hold of a ship
A womb caught
Between day's end and dawn

Why should we submit
To the confusions of light that assail the eye
The stimulae of the diabolical protozoa
Sailing through the air
Like a contagion

The assault of color 
that is the sunlit world.


copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011


120 Socks said...

Loved the concept of the dark safety of the womb,and how comfort can be found in a world less complicated by many colours.

Jingle said...

love the idea of flying fish.
true fantasy.

Anonymous said...


"The deep dark clay
Of the night
Like the hold of a ship
A womb caught
Between night and dawn"


"The stimulae of diabolical protozoa" WOW! I wish I could create something so masterful

Laurie Kolp said...

The beautiful, rich language you employ captivates me. I'll be back again...

Friko said...

You are a true poet.
I don't need to repeat your words, I will simply reread them, again and again.

indiwriter said...

Enjoyed this 'underwater' stay!