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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, October 4, 2011

New Poem for DVerse Open Link Night:: We Whose Houses Fall





We Whose Houses Fall

Where is he, the clear one
whose song has died away?
Do the poor, who can only wait,
feel that young and joyous one among them?

Does he rise for them, perhaps at nightfall—
poverty's evening star?

St. Francis of Assisi, Book of Hours III, Rilke

I ceded my kingdom of beloved birds
to the pellucid gods on high.
We had been building a house of love
timber by timber

About to agree on the pitch of the roof
when our song was torn from us
by a marauding wind.
And then the dark field, with its flooding 
creek and flowering thistles 
came to the door

And we yielded, taking refuge
in live oaks on the rise.  Now we look for him,
one who can return us to ourselves, revive
the nomad stars that burned down to ash
when fearful silence claimed us.

But someone said it is good when a house
is consumed by the mothering wind 
and the burning universe dances:
old walls fall away and then a psalm
open-hearted as the muted ecstasies 
of the saints returns—

Only then, like a lover giving herself
after a long time demurring,
do the new timbers hold.


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From the draft manuscript Dances with Rilke, Jenne' Andrews
Poems in this series are variations, elaborations, reflections, upon the writings of Rainer Maria Rilke as they have been posted at A Year with Rilke
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011


17 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love your Rilke inspired poems, and this is no exception. The fall house, the promise of future roofs... and give and take of a natural process.

Thank you for your recent comment on my poem - I appreciate your support very much.

Brian Miller said...

sometimes you must strip away the old for new flesh to be born...is true of wounds both in people and in houses...nice write jenne

Anonymous said...

Such a lovely lovely poem. The ending, the demurral, just beautiful, lovely tones of Rilke here.

Pat Hatt said...

Old has to be given away for new to show and to grow, very nice take on it.

Maureen said...

These lines read beautifully. Rilke continues to be a wonderful inspiration for you. I especially like how from the first you work in the birds (nice bit of associated symbolism; I bought some years ago for my husband a St. Francis wood carving with birds on his sleeve) and then weave throughout the lines about song and music. The last two stanzas, especially from the lines "old walls fall away..." are lovely.

henry clemmons said...

wow. inspiring. i'm not sure if this is my first visit to ur page or not, but i won't forget it now. beautiful write. it makes me feel better. puts me to hope again. thanks.

gautami tripathy said...

Moving forward is the KEY!


a song, this is?

Beachanny said...

I liked this a great deal; the symbols gain strength as they weave through the poem, with references to Christianity and the older myths, seasonal, and nature building strength to the last. Really well done.

Ann Grenier said...

I love your Rilke inspired poems, Jen ... a wonderful idea for inspiration.

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

Oh my, Jenn, you've woven two of my favorites...Rilke and Francis. And on Francis' feast day. Such a beautiful analogy. You are truly talented.

Sheila said...

awesome, Jenne! I am still trying to figure out which is more painful - the taking down of the old or the building up of the new. Guess it really doesn't matter...

Ann LeFlore said...

I love your last stanza and yes with love the new timbers will hold
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/

Ruth said...

music was eaten by the wind. . . . so lovely. The field came to the door.

And on and on your lyrical lines flow and mind turns in beauty. It’s remarkable what you can do, Jenne’, absolutely splendid. Nature can return us to ourselves, and so St. Francis knew. The final stanza, comparing the fallen structure to submission in a lover, is a gorgeous revelation.

Such fine work, as always.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

love the implications in it.

well done.

joanna said...

A beautiful Rilke-inspired piece. Those last three lines are pure joy.

joanna said...

P.S.-- love that picture of the Strait (Sicily being one of my favorite places! :))

Anonymous said...

Lovely poem, incredible thoughts just roamed through my mind when taken in view of your photo..... a couple long ago building their home, only to have it destroyed by nature, but then coming to realize that well laid timbers will prevent that in the future.... Last stanza is my favorite..... Sorry about the delay, rough week Jenne....