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Jenne’ R. Andrews has been a signature American lyric poet, blogger, essayist and writer of fiction,  publishing widely since the 70’s; by the end of 2018, having just turned 70, she will have published seven collections of poetry, prose including her several blogs including book reviews, and the self-published memoir Nightfall in Verona.

Andrews’ work has been lauded and guided by Canada’s most prolific poet Tom Wayman, the great Robert Bly, Christopher Howell, Michael Simms, NPR’s Caroline Marshall, and others .  She migrated to the Twin Cities in 1971; two significant literary benchmarks were her appointment for four consecutive years as Poet in Residence to the St. Paul Schools from 1974-78, and winning both a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Literature and a Minnesota State Arts Board grant, all before returning to Colorado upon the death of her father,  completing her B.A. at Colorado State.

The poet went onto earn two graduate degrees in creative writing/poetry. She undertook her MFA at Colorado State University under the brilliant poets Bill Tremblay and Mary Crow, extricating the degree in 2014 from a bit of a tangle involving the accidental loss of her thesis signature page and the improper purging of her file by the English Department.

Early Career

Andrews’ first collection, In Pursuit of the Family, appeared in 1974, edited and published by Robert Bly and The Minnesota Writers Publishing House. A first small press book, Reunion, was invited and published by Christopher Howell and Lynx House Press in 1983.

She taught throughout the eighties and into to the mid-nineties at Colorado State and the University of Colorado.

After a long hiatus immersed in a rural life in Colorado, raising Golden Retrievers, Arabian horses and dairy goats  that culminated with the loss of much of her mobility in a fall from a horse in 2007, Andrews reconnected to her literary career. She has published essays, book reviews, and poetry translated from both Spanish and Italian on her blogs La Parola Vivace and Loquaciously Yours.

This blog has been a work in progress since early 2010. Nearly 130,000 overall views and counting. Here is a wonderful compliment from a friend and blog follower: “Your creative gifts, your activism, and your sharp intellect make this world a better, more transparent, more honest, beautiful place.”

You can read much more about me  here. Contact me at; I am on Facebook at Jenne R Andrews, and Twitter as jenandrewspoet.

Update as of December 2016


Please note that this year a second Finishing Line Collection, and expanded chapbook comprised of my “Italiana,” poems written about a classic southern Italian love affair many years ago, will launch in 2017, with a true bonus; e-book translation by the very finest: Professor Lorenzo Luciani, New York, and the great Tuscan poet Rosalba DiVona; order from Finishing Line or through the book’s site.  Stay tuned, and visit the collection’s online home: Bocca, Voce, Delirio, Poems of Italia and Amore;.  The work will also be searchable on Amazon.  

My second booklength collection of poetry, And Now, the Road, will be published by the marvelous international house Salmon Poetry Ltd, Knockeven, the Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland, in the spring of 2018, in time for the annual Associated Writers Program conference.  I am absolutely thrilled and honored to have been invited by publisher Jessie Lendennie to give this book a home; it was also a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize.  

Please do take the time to browse Salmon and Finishing Line lists— thankfully, in view of the hijack of the 2016 presidential election by the White Nationalist Right, about which I have copiously blogged, we live in a young and fruitful millenium in which there are more practicing poets and other writers than ever before, to provide balm to the soul and heart  if we but permit it.

Individual poems appear regularly in Vox Populi, the wonderful multi-cultural ‘zine founded and published by Michael Simms. Approximately fifteen of my poems have run in VP since last winter.

My first collection of poetry in some thirty years, an expanded chapbook from Finishing Line Press, Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love; appeared in 2013, with endorsements from Jim Moore, collected and new poems Underground, Graywolf Press; Dawn Potter , Same Old Story, CavanKerry Press,  and Patricia Kirkpatrick, winner of the 2013 Minnesota Book Award for Odessa from Milkweed Editions; these  grace the back cover, with cover art by John Sokol.  Copies of this book are available from Finishing Line; signed copies are available from me via


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The Thoughtless, Heartless Trump Voter


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How indelibly tiresome it is getting to hear people defend those who put Donald J. Trump in the nation’s driver’s seat last month.

No one disputes that many of them are our neighbors, or people we thought we knew and to whom we said Good Morning at the diner down the way, the diner that sits on U.S. Hwy 287 as it has for fifty years, filling up with ball-cap wearing truck drivers, mechanics, workers at the plethora of local breweries, small business people whose look-alike store fronts line the highway.

I personally think it’s high time we distributed ball caps to our so-called neighors and former quotidian acquaintances in whom we had faith and saw as fellow Americans–ball caps with a big capitalized J Is for Judas above the brim.

I say this because  you allowed your hearts and minds to be hijacked by the real Donald Trump–ginned up by him to the point, although you would never admit it to me, that you chanted “Lock her up!” as he demonized the most qualified and brilliant candidate we’vwe had in years.

Consider that job growth is at the highest rate since 2008, that 20 million Americans have health care, that the children of undocumented immigrants came out of hiding to earn their citizenship by going to college–that Barack Obama’s popularity is the highest that it has been in years.

Consider that Trump is considering David Betrayus for Secretary of State although he is on probation for sharing state secrets with his lover/biographer.

What an unbelievable three-ring circus. Many of us have yet to wrap our minds around how you could ignore Trump’s misogyny, xenophobia, racism and how he played all of you like so many violins.

Oh, yes he did.  He played you and got you to vote for h im because he presented himself to you as a miracle worker.

You voted for him to get back at a Washington you don’t understand, not giving one good goddamn about what letting him into the White House could mean.  You got off on his ranting and raving, his crass and craven bullshit and jingoism, that he said he could grab women by their genitals at will.

I have to say it.  You became the mob that called for the crucifixion of Jesus.  String her up, crucify her, you bellowed, within the white nationalist rallies calling for Clinton’s head. If you didn’t feel you knew or understood her, did a single one of you take the time and trouble to watch documentaries on Hillary Clinton, watch her speeches, comprehend her life of public service,  that she has already been interrogated by self-appointed henchmen in Congress as well as the FBI–that DOJ found no reason to indict..

Now The Donald is on a victory tour, to keep you worked up, because you are his fix.  He gets off on your adulation.

But do you really think that this conniving piece of roadkill gives a damn about you, about your families?  About your jobs going overseas, or about how much money you don’t make?

This man is a junior high school thug who cares about one thing: himself.  He likes to do one of two things at a time: make love to himself in the mirror and make money.

One minute he’s bitching about Alec Baldwin portraying him on SNL and then he’s talking on the phone with the president of Taiwan in sheer ignorance, in the blunder of blunders– upsetting China.  He’ll keep tweeting while he’s in the White House.

Trump doesn’t love America; he loves Trump.

That you didn’t see that, that you were taken in by his jive, is beyond unfortunate.  Because you put a henchman into the White House who loves power, who now has it and who won’t know what to do with it.

He is already off to the races, showing us all exactly what we’re getting and what we will have to endure for four years.  And there you will all sit, wondering why he didn’t keep his promises in exchange for your votes,  the live long day.