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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.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

New Poem for Magpie Tales and Beyond: Old Truck

 Many thanks to Tess Kincaid for another great prompt at Magpie Tales....




Old Truck

Gonna buy you a Chevrolet, buy you
A Chevrolet
‘cause I can’t get enough of your love
Babe, can’t get enough of your love.

-- Donovan Leitch

I thought tonight, looking out
At the storm-rinsed fields
We need to harvest the good tire
From the Chevy truck that died 
One rainy autumn day
On the parcel’s northern quarter.

Our cemetery is there, of course—
Small graves for kittens
That once born wouldn’t stay awake--
The cairns marking where we laid
Not one but two piebald calves
To everlasting rest.

The old truck guards that spot
With some of our old man's presence
Cursing and whistling at sundown
Battered Coleman lantern dimming out
In solidarity while he walked the fence


And somehow that blue heap
Has been right for the spring cache
Of fox kits, even a look-out
For the matriarch raccoon
Who every year teaches 
her lumbering young
To climb clinging to the torn
Passenger seat for traction.

For a time I drove 
the old three-on-the-post
Ending up on the roadside
Unjamming oil-caked gears
With the screwdriver we kept
In the dash.

Another time I left it there, 
Called the tow yard
And changed my mind;
Then some appraiser came
To look over the place before
We decided not to sell, said it was
An eye sore we should haul off

To the rust-drenched garden
Of crushed and fire-gutted
wreckage up at the corner
Where the ospreys nest 
On the telephone pole,
But we couldn't do it then either.

That heap of scrap
is the last thing we have
Speaking to his steadiness
His broad shoulders
How he pulled an invisible
Cart behind him in every
Season, portaging Mother’s
Sapphire tears, a gunny sack
Of bruised and rotting apples
One could say were the harsh
Words among us.

I’ve made three pumpkin pies
For the freezer; you’ve been
Choppng and stacking deadfall.  You
Come to the door, cock an eyebrow.
We go down together


To the junk pile along the creek,
Where he tinkers on unseen
His head under the hood
To kneel in frosty grass, 
Confess our love.



copyright Jenne' Andrews 2011  jenneandrews2010@gmail.com
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4 comments:

moondustwriter said...

Delightful and sad look back at time
A nice reflection from the prompt Jenne

September 4, 2011 at 5:40 PM
Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

rich words,

a hearty dish for magpie.

September 4, 2011 at 8:47 PM
Reflections said...

Beautiful imagery of times long ago, passed on to others, learning the way. Still a wonderful tribute to the person, to the time walking the fenceline.

September 5, 2011 at 7:53 AM
Chronicles of Illusions said...

What beautiful imagery I say - even though it has been said before. :)

September 7, 2011 at 5:15 PM

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