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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

June 20, 2018 · 1 Comment

Jenne’ R. Andrews: The Mortal Ardor of Bees

After 25 years, the land around their house was littered with graves. Cats, dogs, stillborn puppies, fading kittens whose nostrils she had covered at the last. .. The great show … Continue reading

May 19, 2016 · 7 Comments

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Out There

One night when I was star-watching, fathoming the Dipper in its clockwise course over the north pasture, a neighbor shot a pig out on the edge of the dark. He … Continue reading

February 18, 2016 · 2 Comments

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Ramsey Hill 1976

  The building was long and listing, brown brick leaning back from patches of dry lawn, when my cheeks were flushed from Harvey’s, hands warm in my pockets, out in … Continue reading

January 12, 2016 · Leave a comment

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Of Thanatos, the Footman

Naked you were luminous and all my cells photographed you, stayed with me all these years. But there was a shadow to that beauty. When we are older we acquire … Continue reading

October 28, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jenne R. Andrews: Calabrian Garlic

. In her window, a basket of garlic reaching for the sun. She broke off one of its fat cloves and took the knife . to it, using the blade’s … Continue reading

April 7, 2015 · 3 Comments

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Becoming Your Beloved

Becoming Your Beloved Thirty five years out from your death, out of the dense black of the kitchen window where the trees have tightened their embrace around one another— . … Continue reading

February 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Return to Verona (in English and Italian)

…the real gave way to the more-than-real, each moment’s carmine abundance, furl of reddest petals lifted from the stalk and no hint of the black hussar’s hat at the center … Continue reading

January 31, 2015 · 1 Comment

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