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 .

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Recent Poem: Storm Warning for Magpie Tales and Beyond....

Storm Warning

Waking a terrible fire skims along my bones
it is the fire of recognition
just as the world is a great candle burning down
so are we melting to tallow
in the tabernacles of darkness, each in his room

A twitching dog nearby, the furnace
groaning on and off
like something begging for euthanasia.
Soon this ark you brought here
for our home will halve again; this time
it will be one shove from the Wyoming wind
or the forest ablaze come for the dry poplars’ tinder--
or a thin yellow lab report

Of a leukocyte invasion
at the base of my spine or
as if we were woolly mammoths time
has decided should die by immersion
in ice
the moon will spill her cream upon us
and we will freeze in place and whiten.

We will have been in the middle
of Pavarotti singing La Donna e Mobile
we will have been lifting a forkful
of peaches and honey
to our mouths and there will be
a tremor under our feet so that the earth
opens up;

At first I will not go gently
but you will touch my hair
we will descend together
we will pass seraphim mouthing
kyrie eleison

We will join the mailman
and the neighbor whose hay
is rained upon when he mows
And Dante
and Hemingway and Plath

We will step into War and Peace
with our hair on fire
we will hear cries from the gulag
there will be news of another pogrom

I will bend over you and brush your mouth
with mine and you
will squeeze my hand
and eyes to eyes we will of one accord
assent to the weeping and brutal dark.

Jenne' R. Andrews 

 This evocative photo, posted by the lovely Tess Kincaid, is of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward.
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011


Kathy Bischoping said...

A dreadful and beautiful mix of the mythic and historic with the realities of groaning furnaces and lab reports, all together in "woolly mammoth time".

Semaphore said...

You've transformed the picture so that it's imbued with the pathos of a Montague and Capulet in a death pact, a lover's embrace before dissolution. That such a descent might be more acceptable if you step through death's doorway together is a revelation at once terrible and beautiful, hideous and seductive. Breathtaking, a piece I wish I had the courage to write.

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...


Friko said...

This is wonderful poetry, profound and moving.

Cad said...

Togetherness in the extreme...

Sheila Moore said...

engrossing to the very end, jenne and wow, what an ending!

Tumblewords: said...

Very nice!

Isabel Doyle said...

fine work

Anonymous said...

This is just beautiful. Wonderful how you move from the very particularly homey-- I love the furnace which I thought was simply well-described but that I can see now was also prophetic--to the canons of literature. Terrific. K.

Doctor FTSE said...

Truly dazzling use of language. Excellent.

Jinksy said...

First rate Magpie. ♥