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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, August 14, 2012

New Poem: A Shell and Her Peignoir-- posting for The Mag, DVerse Poets OLN and Beyond...



Photo by Francesca Woodman


The Shell and Her Peignoir

I came to your door, my peignoir open;
I carried the heavy scalloped shell

that stores your leavetakings,
where I speak the dearth between us.

As attuned to your sleep as a conch its
ocean, I had heard your solitary

pleasure-cry, across all the dark house
and selling my soul, breaking, still

sought you out.  I, Venus, full on in
the flesh,  laid myself bare where you

saw my heart, said nothing. You would
have been stone not to take me in;

I soared over you with my long wings,
in the dialect that speaks love in its

very making. Do you not see me still
in that doorway, the aching weight

of truth in my arms, attentive tautness
of my breasts, belly shower-damp,

my hand at the hem parting the way
to your bliss? See now what comforts

are left: flames are embers, daybreak
frost coats the glass; I am only

a semblance, a voice in your pale ear’s
shell, leaching all my unspent grief.








copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012

15 comments:

Berowne said...

Highly effective, and quite moving...

joanna said...

ah, if we could all learn to speak with the voice of the goddess within. :) wonderful, melancholic sensuality here.

Scarlet said...

Unspent grief...very nice.

I like the aching weight and dying embers ~ Superb writing Jenne ~

Maureen said...

Given what I know about Woodman, this poem could have been written for her. The conch as metaphor is lovely.

21 Wits said...

"leaching all my unspent grief" really defines so vividly her trials through the short days of her life....nice soft tones you offer us, which set very deeply!

Helen said...

Your poem is awesome ...... erotic in all the right places.

Semaphore said...

Absolutely breathtaking, absolutely brilliant. I feel like kidnapping your poetry and raising it as my own.

Anonymous said...

Agree with Sam - this is one of my favorites of yours - it is just beautiful, breathtaking, so well-done, evocative, sensual, sad==k.

Anonymous said...

ps - your use of the shell especially great here. As you take something a bit gimmicky and make it really wonderful. I mean, I think it is meant to be quite profound in the image - but you take it to a different level for me at least. k.

Brian Miller said...

very nice heat to this one ma'am...smiles....ha i love sam's comment as well...this one is def a keep jenne....

ayala said...

A beautiful poem ! Enjoyed the share.

Helena said...

WoW! Quite an intense and moving poem.

Maude Lynn said...

I love what you did with the shell!

John Allen Richter said...

You come to my door looking like that and you're in, baby! No stone here... eh, or well, for the most part! Venus lives! Great poem Jenne.....

Tess Kincaid said...

The aching weight of truth in my arms...gorgeous write Jen...