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Bio- Short Version

Jenne’ Rodey Andrews is a lyric poet  with roots in the American West and Southwest, self-publishing a pamphlet of poetry at 16, professionally publishing her first poem in The Colorado Review in 1969 under the guest editorship of Canadian force of nature and prolific poet Tom Wayman.  Mentored by American poets Robert Bly, Bill Tremblay and Mary Crow, she is the author of four published collections of poetry, her current manuscript Shiprock Testimonial a finalist for the Autumn House Prize in 2014 and under circulation to 2019 publication contests.

Andrews’ current life and work are informed by the fact that she is at 70, the matriarch of a nexus of pioneer families who settled in territorial Albuquerque after the Civil War. She bears as her first name the surname name of her great-grandmother Naomi Ruth Jenne, descendent of one John Jenne, a Dutch brewer who sailed to Plymouth Rock aboard the Little Anne, and the middle name of her great-grandfather, Bernard Shandon Rodey, an influential visionary who emigrated from County Mayo, Ireland to New Mexico Territory in the final years of the nineteenth century, whose achievements include founding the University of New Mexico, serving as District Judge to Puerto Rico and most recently, being the seminal character in the poet’s fictionalized memoir posted currently with updates on this blog, Territory Fever: An Albuquerque Family’s Story.

The poet lived in Albuquerque until she was twelve, notably in a picturesque post-war adobe, cloistered for long hours with her mother, brilliant and self-destructive New Mexico painter & playwrite Helen Stamm Andrews nee Helen Jenne’ Stamm, relying on her lively imagination & the comforting lyrics of the poetry in A Child’s Garden of Verse, Robert Louis Stevenson and a literary stew of other poetry, turn of the century children’s books and Victorian romances, to populate a rich inner life. She counts among her encouragers, her father, mother, brother and indomitable aunt Winifred Stamm Reiter, journalist and anthropologist who was all things to a 30’s magazine called Digs about the Anasazi excavations at Chaco Canyon, NM. Aside: with others, the poet believes that American anthropologists have been unfairly discredited by tribes who woke up to their cultural pasts beginning in the 70’s, demanding return of their artifacts that had been lovingly and carefully preserved by those highly trained graduate students who under the direction of such luminaries as Clyde Kluckhohn,  excavated entire ruins under the blazing sun.

About the Work

Andrews’ poetry was copiously published in the 70’s and 80’s,  reappearing in online journals and a new collection from Finishing Line Press, after years of raising Golden Retrievers in the Cache Le Poudre River Valley in Northern Colorado.  Her work is noted for its indelible lyricism,  faceted brilliance of language and imagery, and thematically speaking,  an impassioned vision for both the richly storied identity born of her southwestern pioneer roots and on the other, transfiguration through a “melding” with the Other and identification with the “passionate transitory” of the natural world.   Her influences include  the American Confessional School, the work of Theodore Roethke, Tess Gallagher, D.H. Lawrence, William Butler Yeats, Walt Whitman and the finely-honed early poems of Adrienne Rich.

Her published works include In Pursuit of the Family a modest volume published by her mentor Robert Bly and the Minnesota Writers Publishing House. Reunion, Lynx House Press, Christopher Howell, Editor, appeared in 1983.  Her most recent collection is  Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, an expanded chapbook issued by Finishing Line Press  with commentary by literary luminaries Dawn Potter, Jim Moore, and Patricia Kirkpatrick, and cover art by the brilliant mixed media artist Jonathan Sokol. Copies of this collection may be ordered signed from the poet; see contact info in the sidebar.AndrewsJennecovdoc

On the boards: the dual-language collection Bocca, Voce, Delirio/Mouth, Voice, Delirium – Poems of Italia & Amore with consiglieri Prof. Enzo Castel di Lama and the brilliant Italian poetess R. Alba della Sora.  See About the Blogger for more details.

The poet recently withdrew her manuscript from Salmon Poetry, Ireland, to protest anti-American sentiment tacitly promoted by the publisher amid the horror that is the hegemony of Donald Trump, permitting Irish character assassination of all Americans,  when two thirds of the country is in deepest anguish over this criminal president, and when America’s very best is trapped between the yearning to assasinate him and the dwindling hope that the 2020 election will see an end to his fascism. 

Andrews earned three degrees at Colorado State University, culminating in the Masters of Fine Arts Degree in Creative Writing/Poetry, the equivalent of the Ph.D.; she is a Fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts in Literature.   Autumn House Press founder Michael Simms considers Andrews’ work significant for the strength of its voice and mastery of craft. Indeed, as noted, recent kudos include becoming a finalist in the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize Contest and to have circa twenty poems appear in Vox Populi, Professor Simm’s content-rich visionary online ‘zine of poetry and politics betweem 2016-17. These may be accessed via typing her name into the Vox search box. A sample poem follows.

Intrepid Eye, Majestic World

How beautiful the eye is, flecked
with the residual color
of the terrain—nightfall
in the blue canyons, goldenrod
selvage of sea cliff. Sun-kissed–
the amplitude of the turning earth.
It is we who slip out of view
of the platinum gaze of the moon,
the blazing and ardent stare
of the sun.
And think of it, lovemaking–
the lover’s darkly intense eye
half-closed in the swoon
of desire…
the tears brimming at its edges,
above all, inescapable day,
filling the eye to overflowing–
the panorama of living things
against the pale slate
of morning.


We say that we feast our eyes
upon the Other, the opacity
of the horizon; sentinels,
we look and discern;
is the heart obedient to the eye
or the reverse?
On-living, I claim
the visible; I lock it into the cache
of imagery denoting the world; imagine
the explorer’s gaze,
unflinching at the ice-cap necklace
of a polar sea
or filled with the sunset–
Cortez or Coronado, astounded
by the red bluffs, the tender sweep
of the desert vista—how storied
sleep then rescues us, drawing down
the shades lightly—
Or that we see in concert
with the plenitude of touch—
remarkable, that we name and dream,
envisioning farther terrain even
in the crepuscule, even
it is said, at the moment
when breath releases
the spent body,
when the haggard will
importuned by death
lets go, and the animate “I”–
that sensate cluster of heartbeat,
vision and yearning–
disperses into evening air.

This poem first appeared in Vox Populi in 2016.

More of Andrews’ work is posted to La Parola Vivace and her memoir Nightfall in Verona.

The poet is an inveterate blogger and civil rights advocate, founding a disability advocacy organization in the early 2000’s and blogging civil rights and politics at this web address. She lives with her companion fiction-writer Jack Brooks and five cream-coated English Golden Retrievers in the Poudre River valley in northern Colorado. contact info in sidebar.


Professor Andrews at 69 in 2018

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why it’s pointless to talk to Republicans…

This Just In.

Like many, if not most of you, I am completely disgusted and even at times enraged at the Republican members of the Senate who nearly to a man and a woman, have demonstrated that they are willing to lie to save criminal Donald Trump and themselves from accountability. This became evident as his attorneys began a non-argument yesterday in the Impeachment trial.

We expect the unwashed riff raff calling itself “MAGA” i.e. #MAGA , to be quite at home with conspiracy theories such as the one the criminal thug in the White House himself believes: that all problems stem from the Ukraine, Hillary Clinton and the absurd trope that Progressives have had it in for Trump from the beginning.

For the record, true patriots have had every reason to despise him and want him gone since his insane Muslim ban.

But those Senators we rely on to terminate a corrupt presidency? A hung over Lindsey Graham recently stated on national television that Progressives “want to tear (Trump) apart,” as an end in itself, without any reason for us to be on the edge of the cliff, at wits’ end..

This is in fact the witless opinion of someone whose moral compass John McCain has died, leaving him to become one of the house lushes in the Trump Hotel in Washington. You can see that he drinks himself to sleep every night and has sold his soul to the devil. Yet he is the head of the Senate Judiciary.

The crimes I am speaking of are not only the referenced lies and protection of Trump as victim, but that America has come by, through nefarious means, i.e., Russian election interference, a misbegotten and callow dog-faced dirtball for a president who will stop at nothing to remain in power.

It is criminally negligent on the part of the Senate is to refuse to hold Trump accountable, and to demonize Adam Schiff for having the courage to do that very thing.

Yet last night Trump tweeted that Schiff “has yet to pay for what he has done to our country.”

What is this, but a dog whistle to someone, anyone, to take Schiff out.

Trump’s forte is to blame others for his own sins, his own corrupt behavior. Today it also emerges in the NYT that John Bolton has stated that Trump intended to withhold the aid package from Ukraine indefinitely, until he got what he wanted, “investigations of the Bidens and Democrats.”

Another smoking gun despite Trump’s assertion that his “transcript” shows a “perfect call.”.

Schiff and the other Impeachment Managers have had the guts and grit to confront Trump, to call him what he is: someone who wants unlimited power and who takes his cues from dictators and his belief a. that he has such a mandate under Article 2 of the Constitution per his paranoid toady of an Attorney General, and b. the “mandate of heaven” from the most delusional members of our society: Evangelical Christians, who see Jesus in every potato chip but who are strangers to a Jesus who hated tyranny.

There is absolutely no point in trying to reason with Republicans, in hoping against hope that anyone in the Senate will ultimately vote to hear from Bolton, Pompeo, Mulvaney, and Parnas.

Nor will there be upholding of the Constitution in voting to convict and remove our erstwhile POS Pres. Yet, also yesterday Parnas released a video of Trump saying “Take her out,” in re the former Ukrainian Ambassador, and previously, text messages revealing a plot within the “scheme” between one dirt ball named Hyde, also a lush, and a Parnas associate to surveill and find someone to do Marie Yovanovitch in. In that same tape Trump asks, “How long can Ukraine last against Russia without our help?” This tape dates to August 2018. In effect, it is the birth date of “the scheme.”

Here, then, is another smoking gun that will be immediately be discredited by Republicans’ shameless tap dance of distortions, evasions, distractions and further lies.

The truth, the facts in all of this, are not that slippery. Trump shook down a vulnerable new president of a vulnerable nation striving to institute a democracy, attempting to extort the aforementioned investigations in exchange for release of the aid package needed to fight back Putin’s incursions into Crimea and other areas of Ukraine. He doesn’t care that Ukrainians on the front lines of a hot war died waiting for that aid. He is not a statesman; he has no nobility or integrity whatsoever. He wins by playing dirty because he is dirty and his forte’ is to blame everyone for his own sins.

Does anyone believe that Trump’s people believe their own bullshit?

The Republicans have shown that they are not above spinning an absurd narrative fueled by a crazed and demented Giuliani, that Clinton staged the Mueller investigation, that a credible dossier compiled by a well-respected, oft-used FBI ex MI6 was somehow fixed by her, that her oppo research firm Crowdstrike and her server are “somewhere” in Ukraine. Yet we know that Putin put these ideas into the head of his “useful fool” Trump.

But in effect Trump and his cronies’ corruption is not our worst problem. What happens when the safeguards of the US Constitution fail us? When we have a corrupt President, AG, Secretary of State, Chief of Staff, Vice President and a merry band of wack jobs spewing lie on lie? A Senate Majority Leader letting Trump increase the diameter of his own rectum on a daily basis?

Schiff has been immensely courageous to call Trump out. The evidence is staggering with more emerging every day.

But the hairbrained Senate GOP? They don’t care that Trump has committed crime on crime, including wagging the Iranian dog, resulting in the death of all aboard a passenger jet, and traumatic brain injuries to our troops.

All day they’ve been bitching about the long and painstaking process by means of which irrefutable evidence of Trump’s moral bankruptcy and criminal behavior has been put before them.

We are already faced with the most dire of situations; our system has failed us because so many of those in power have failed the system, thereby betraying us all.

We had the stones to drive back the British, giving our lives in the process, and to do the same for the abolition of slavery.

What are we going to do now? Lie down and take it? We’ve liberated other countries from their dictators and now we have one of our own. We also have the armies of the night to deal with– Trump cultist militias ready to launch civil war.

If I had my mobility and my youth back, I would be meeting with my fellow former anti-Vietnam War vanguard, mobilizing for the inevitable. To take a few cues from Schiff: you all know what must be done. We are not immune from tyranny and tyranny requires a response.

I pray that true heroes of the anti-Trump movement emerge, and soon.

For crucifixion itself is too good for the likes of Donald Trump.