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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.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

New Poem: Return to Verona

You may also want to check out the memoir I've posted in full, Nightfall in Verona.  xxxj


Verona: Bridge over Fiume Po at dusk.
Return to Verona

…the real gave way to
the more-than-real, each moment's carmine
abundance, furl of reddest petals
lifted from the stalk and no hint of the black
hussar's hat at the center

Red Poppy,  Tess Gallagher  from Moon Crossing Bridge

Forever have I longed to return
To Verona, that delicate city
Spread on green Tuscany like a wild poppy
Striated with dark rivers, on fire with light

Not as the girl I was in ‘73
Lost and hungry, taken there in the courtyard
Where lovers gather, into a stranger’s arms
Abandoning myself to go then to him
Down the arid coast by train in the night
Of the dangerous tunnels

But to return whole, and full and ripe
As I am now.  Imagine it, dusk
And I am in my pensione, toweling off
After a shower, Boheme on the radio
Friends waiting at the bistro below.
I go down the old stairs
Through the rose garden, carrying my notebook.

They are there at a table, the few expats one needs
And reveres for their loquacity and ready laughter.
We muse in the twilight, the pigeons wheeling over us
The fountain is a wild display of dimes and crystals

And in the aftermath of talk, I sashay
In a promenade, passeggiata with myself
Down the long corridors retracing my steps
From that summer long ago.  Now I see
That I have come to reclaim her, the girl
With the stars in her eyes who gave herself
Too quickly, so that she has a bruised heart.

It is true that desire lingers but we two
reunite, in the street lamp's milky incandescence 
Full-blown roses perfume the air, some ancient glow
In the walls of the villa brings a fresco to life
And women there are gathered at a well
Talking of angels.

The girl and I return to our room.  She is afraid
Of our freedom, how little we need 
The reassurances of a lover now 
But I say to her, come to the window:
We are as safe in the world as anyone
And look, how beautiful this our city, her 
impulsive and abundant candlelight
Refracting like stars caught in the river’s hem.








copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 

posted in part for the Sunday poetics challenge at DVerse Poets Pub.  


16 comments:

Anonymous said...

She is afraid
Of our freedom, how little we need anyone else
but I say to her
We are as safe in the world as anyone
And look, how beautiful the city lights
Refracting like stars caught in the river’s hem.

I always enjoy tales of empowerment, the suggestion of your memoir makes me presume this is a real life triumph. I am glad you found a safe space in the world. Thank you for the poem that honors that younger self.

Myrna R. said...

This is a great story. I am glad the woman returned to assure the girl of safety and power. Good write.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. i was glad for the happy ending jenne...uplifting and encouraging... a fine bit of storytelling...great feel to the piece...

Maureen said...

So many months ago after reading your memoir draft, I remember remarking to you how I could imagine you writing it also as poetry. This is a beautiful example, the looking back that can only happen from the place you are now. Many lyrical and lovely lines in this one; one of my favorites is that final "Refracting like stars caught in the river's hem."

Maude Lynn said...

This made me cry. It's exquisite.

Timoteo said...

If only we knew then what we know now. Or is it the other way around? Sometimes I wonder.
Goosebumps again.

Beachanny said...

I like how you brought the younger you back but the older you knew how to be grown up, to drink, to converse, to laugh, enjoy that last golden and orchid light before all goes twilight and shines in the wine. There's nothing else like it and one loves everything and everyone there.

Brendan said...

Yes, the city finds renewal at the well of memory, where women talk of angels and an angelic, golden light filters everything with redemption. Far indeed from city nights long ago ... B

Claudia said...

never made it to verona so far but seems to be a fascinating city for sure...and as you describe here..we bring ourselves into a city and somehow melt with her but would differently years or maybe just weeks later..a beautiful poem jenne

Unknown said...

beautiful ...How I love Italy too but is it ever the same if we return ...to view a city with innocence is such an awe inspiring thing, to someone who has become more of a cynic will it still be magical, still I wish to return as do you ...perhaps it is magical. your poem makes me yearn even more for Italy.

P.s your link on the site didn,t include the last m in com

Victoria said...

This sounds like a wonderful place to visit. I especially like how you wove in so many sensory details...and colors.

Anonymous said...

Ohhh, I like, if I am reading it right. Going back to a place with our younger self. Excellent job, nice pace and flow. And thanks for the visit!

Scarlet said...

this is a beautiful reflection of woman who is now wiser and stronger...

you captured the scenes very vividly and drew a city full of emotions and colours...

Anonymous said...

Loved your last line... and the story form of reflections on your city.

erin said...

what a picture you have painted. while i can't imagine being her, i can imagine her.

we are as safe as anyone and as unsafe. this is life, sweet life.

xo
erin

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Lovely. And I'll be reading your book/blog asap. :)