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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, March 13, 2012

New Poem Posted for DVerse OLN and Beyond...

Revision.  To participate in DVerse Poets Open Link Night click here.  

Riesgo II

Today I see footage of rainwater sluicing
down the brick-paved hill of
the Calabrian village;
the wet temples of pale stucco, their intimacy
and privacy, like the Chaco ruins where
I played as a child.

A world away,
the call to prayer from a minaret
on a blood-rich dusk:
dark forms passing
voicelessly in the street.

But, to live above the sea
in the dangerous weather knowing
you could be washed away!

To jettison the load of obligation
the tonnage of fear
that confines you to a shuttered room
where you dance the tarantella
of loneliness!

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In Calabria my friend
leans from her window into the rain,
fearing that her small nesting hen
has been washed downhill from the villa,
along with the lip of her garden. 

Once I bought a pregnant mare;
The foal could not be delivered;
They lay together on the earth
Like a great orchid
And its sundered petal.

Now, the February Chinook comes in
from Wyoming,
rough-handed lover that nips and bites
and takes at will: the standing snowmelt

In the grass, for its parched lips
and where the mares due in June
stand, tails to the wind. 

Look, then:  how undone the world
from all the bone-shattering
feats of love.


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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

How we all stand upon precipices and find ways to gain emotional control when witnessing may be all we can hope for. Deeply affecting and richly imagined, thank you.

Brian Miller said...

oy a gorgeous close to the jenne...the second half of this really took off for me...from the fear of the nest, to the mares to the tails....your last bit there is the most evocative though...

did you actually play in pueblo ruins?

Lorna Cahall said...

This is so powerful - the immensity of loneliness and of space/time. And it ends in such a grounded way, in that wintry contrast. So fine!

Timoteo said...

The last stanza. Just gotta shake my head and say, "Yep...yep."

Anonymous said...

Wonderful weaving of beauty and loss. Great poetry.

Matthew Quinn said...

Wonderful weaving of beauty and loss. Great poetry.

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Mystic_Mom said...

Your poems lift my spirits and break my heart...love this Jenne!

Unknown said...

Jenne, a richly nuanced poem, pulling meaning from such diverse times and places. I hear voice of memory as well as its wise courage torn from adversity and character. The following lines struck so deeply at the root, finding a golden bell:


rough-handed lover that nips and bites
and takes at will: the standing snowmelt

In the grass, for its parched lips
and where the mares due in June
stand, tails to the wind. 

Beachanny said...

I see the words I was thinking are posted above. This rich tapestry, this weaving of life, weather, and details whirling as wind gusts the last bits of snow and the horses huddle for warmth knowing the world is on the turn, that light lasts longer, and the meadows stretch toward spring. Lovely.

Maureen said...

You create a beautiful setting for this poem. Water, as reflected in rain, the sea, the snowmelt, seems at once cleansing and purifying and yet it cannot wash away the depth of feeling carried in "tonnage of fear" and the dance of "the resolute tarantella / of immense loneliness". That final stanza is beautiful and sad.

mrs mediocrity said...

oh my, wow.
yes, the bone-shattering feats of love. this is life, and poetry.
i love this.

Semaphore said...

No matter how often I read your work, I am amazed at it. And that you do it so seemingly effortlessly! Bravo!

Anonymous said...

This is just wonderful, Jenne. (As I always say,) one of my favorites. The description of the lost mare and foal as orchid/petal, and then the mares at the end--the bone=shattering feats of love--just terrific. K.

ayala said...

You created a beautiful piece here, the final stanza lovely !

Victoria said...

I feel like I need to genuflect or something before your ability to create a sense of place and the most stunning images. Wow!

Mark Kerstetter said...

The terrible and sometimes delirious beauty of nature is in your poems. How can the world be so cruel and so beautiful at the same time?