Andrea Janov

Andrea is a mess of contradictions, fan of parallel structure, and
nostalgic pack rat who writes poetry about punk rock kids and
takes photos of forgotten places. She believes in the beauty of
the ordinary, the power of the vernacular, and the history of the
abandoned. Through her work, she strives to prove that poetry
can be dirty, gritty, and accessible by revealing the art in what
we see, say, do, ignore, and forget every day.
Raised by rock and roll parents, she learned the importance of
going to concerts and ignoring the “no trespassing” signs in her
childhood. She spent her adolescence in a small-town punk rock
scene where she moshed, fell in love, and produced a few cutand-paste zines, before escaping to New York City and causing a
ruckus in Alphabet City. After meeting her husband in one of
those Chelsea bars she has settled in Pittsburgh, is at the whim
of a feisty terrier, works in tech, and still prefers Jameson neat.