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Jenne’ R. Andrews, 2016


Jenne’ R. Andrews is an American lyric poet; her poetry is noted for its rich musicality,   brilliance and luminosity of imagery, and unabashed emotional risks. Autumn House founder Michael Simms considers her work significant for the strength of its voice and mastery of craft.

The poet’s work has appeared in literary journals since ’69; to date she has had five collections published. Early mentors include Robert Bly, Canadian poet Tom Wayman, former Colorado Poet Laureate Mary Crow, master poet Bill Tremblay, Pulitzer Prize winner Maxine Kumin, memoirist Patricia Hampl, and other luminaries of her generation.

Andrews’ early collections of poetry include In Pursuit of the Family, edited and published by Robert Bly and the Minnesota Writers’ Publishing House and Reunion, Lynx House Press, Christopher Howell, Publisher. Also in the seventies, before ever completing a B.A.,  she was four-year, full-time Poet in Residence to the St. Paul Schools, and won both a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Literature and a Minnesota State Arts Board grant.

An expanded chapbook from Finishing Line Press, Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, appeared in 2013, receiving high praise by her contemporaries and a lauding letter from Mr. Bly.   Copies of this book are available from Finishing Line; signed copies are available from the poet via

Forthcoming Publication as of February 2017

Sometime in 2017 a second Finishing Line collection, Bocca, Voce, Delirio – Mouth, Voice, Delirium– Poems of Italia and Amore, , will launch with a true bonus; an e-book translation of the work  in Italian by Professor Lorenzo Luciani, New York State University, and the great Tuscan poet Rosalba DiVona.  Visit the collection’s online home: Bocca, Voce, Delirio, Poems of Italia and Amore.  

In 2018 or 2019, of especial interest and great meaning to the poet,  her  second book length collection of poetry, And Now, the Road, will be published by the preeminent  international house Salmon Poetry Ltd, Knockeven, the Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland, Jessie Lendennie, Editor and Publisher.   The collection was also a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize.  Salmon recently issued a thirty-fifth anniversary anthology received favorably throughout the UK, the US and Canada. 

Roots, Travel and Passions

Andrews’ poetry is imbued with a strong sense of place, including her native New Mexico, Colorado and Minnesota.

In 1974, invited by NPR’s Caroline Marshall, the poet traveled to Italy, ultimately taking a train alone down the coast to Reggio Calabria to rendezvous with a Calabrese she met in Verona.  She became fluent in Italian, and has a great affinity for southern Italy and Sicily. In addition to her forthcoming collection of “Italiana,” she has self-published the memoir Nightfall in Verona to its own blog online.

Returning to Colorado from Minnesota in 1978, the poet completed her bachelor’s degree and went on to take both M.A. and MFA degrees at Colorado State University.  She has taught composition, literature and creative writing at CSU and The University of Colorado.

After twenty years of raising Golden Retrievers in Colorado, continuing to write on the fly but during an intentional break from US Arts and Letters, the poet lost most of her mobility in a fall from a horse in 2007.  She has since devoted herself to a full time writing life, becoming a proficient political blogger,  and posting reviews of new collections of poetry to this blog.

Andrews’ passions include loving and breeding English Cream Golden Retrievers, creating exquisite collectible baby dolls, civil rights advocacy and lately, blogging about politics in the regressive wormhole of the Trump presidency.  She lives with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks, and dogs Angelo, Paris, Malibu and Scherzo on six acres on the county line in northern Colorado.


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Trump Now Among the Castrati

Steve Bannon, as WH “Chief Strategist,”  was nothing less than Donald Trump’s testicles.  His role according to various sources was to bring the manically distraction-prone President back to the racism and xenophobia at the heart of the campaign platform.  Bannon out the door leaves Trump alone with someone who may well turn out to be his nemesis and Judas, Gen. John Kelly.

What is Trump going to do, milling around the White House now, checks and balances and Mueller investigation closing in?  Is it Golden Shower time? Is he going to bring in seven Russian whores to dance on the bed in the Lincoln Bedroom-– as the infamous Christopher Hill dossier alleges took place while under Russian videotape scrutiny in the Moscow Ritz Carlton?

Rumor has it, according to Kristin Welker speaking with Brian Williams on the 11th Hour tonight,  that on Kelly’s radar and next out the door are that Adams family style perverted patriarch Simon Gorka and peevish little wind-up boy-puppet Stephen Miller, whose ego precedes him into every room like copious airborne fake vomit.

Black people, pressed to consider how to respond to this weekend’s white supremacist so very American family-oriented, torch-wielding events nationwide over the removal of Confederate monuments, believe it is urgent and necessary to speak out and put themselves on the line and in the sights of the mass delusional collection of 2nd Amendment-abusing wack-jobs coming out from the chinks in the molding of every ante-bellum heap still standing in the deep South.

There are times to put yourself on the line and times to stand down and let the police, the Mayors, the Governors and the National Guard do their jobs.  I say, make your points, raise your voice but stay indoors.  Do not take on armed Deliverance-style Nazi sodomites.  Take a lesson from the death of Heather Heyer.

Donald Trump won’t be leading the charge against these morons; he’ll be bunkered up in the White House where he doesn’t belong.

The other people whose testicles have dropped through the floor populate Congress and include the Vice President, whose suck-upiness is unparalleled.

I say this because Clause 4 of the 25th Amendment of our Constitution is a crucial provision I’ve only heard one other person mention that could be put in play stat.  Clause 4 Amendment 25 says that an unfit president may be removed from office, via an ever democratic process involving probable cause, a chance to be proven wrong, followed by reinstatement of the removal. Despite sparse nay-saying on this option, it is subject to broad interpretation and certainly could be put into play if the Veep would only grow a pair himself.

If you are ready to see the faux spineless idiot we have for a President and his oddball family trudge out of the White House toward a waiting helicopter, if you are ready for the pageantry of wholesale infamy dispossesed, all Trump dynasty shadiness exposed,  a satisfying coup d’etat of restoration of balance and inclusiveness throughout the Republic, give me a Sieg Heil.