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’ 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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