Jenne’ Andrews: Donald Trump’s Long Train of Abuses and Usurpations
The unspeakable anguish which the rogue president is personally perpetrating on refugee children and parents on our southwestern border is only the most recent egregious and intolerable of his sins … Continue reading
Jenne’ Andrews: After A Friend’s Caesarean Section
Imagine what it is like even now When they force a child from a woman Who lies gaunt and shallow-breathed Under ether, with forceps clamped To the dolphin-slick temples Of … Continue reading
Jenne Andrews: Again
How can I reconstruct you, Salvage you from leaves and dust To speak to you again? Remake you like God’s breath From lark wings, shards From Chaco, weft Of Navajo … Continue reading
Jenne’ Andrews: A Theory of Insomnia
. Perhaps I am not sleeping Because I am meant To become a poem. . Perhaps the stanzas of my hands, how they have become dry and pale, branching in … Continue reading
Jenne’ Andrews: A Husband Song
. In his warm white t-shirt he smells of clean sheets lifting over prairie bluebonnet fields in flagging autumn bloom. . Consoling me, he smells, of sun— how the sun … Continue reading
Jenne’ R. Andrews: A Mockingbird Sings Bel Canto
“Demon or bird! (said the boy’s soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me? –“Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking” — Walt Whitman … Continue reading
Jenne’ Andrews: Intrepid Eye, Majestic World
. How beautiful the eyeball, 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 … Continue reading
Jenne Andrews: Nightfall on Ellis Island
In my dream someone said resolutely, Commit the body to the deep, and I thought, does the sea too promise itself? And the icons of liberty were themselves as salt, … Continue reading
