Charlotte's Letters has won the Henley Rose Playwriting Award. A staged reading of the play will be performed in Knoxville, TN in May 2018. (Check back for details.)

Admiral Grace Hopper Revisits will have its world premiere at Rover Dramawerks in Plano, TX from March 22-31, 2018.

Exclusions & Limitations, Jennifer's 2nd book of poetry, will be published in March 2018 by Plume Editions/MadHat Press.

First Day in Trade is in The Best Ten-Minute Plays 2017, edited by Lawrence Harbison (Smith and Kraus, 2018). The play had its world premiere at Rover Dramawerks in Texas.

A monologue from Ellery is in The Best Women's Stage Monologues 2017, edited by Lawrence Harbison (Smith and Kraus 2018).

Charlotte's Letters won the 2017 NEWvember New Plays Festival. A staged reading was performed in Dublin, Ireland in November 2017. Read about it in Broadway World here.

The Mysterious Affair at the Christies had its world premiere at Rover Dramawerks in April 2017. Read about it in Broadway World here.

"Man Keeps Eighty Sheep in His House, Authorities Say" is in The Plume Anthology of Poetry 5, edited by Daniel Lawless (Plume Editions, 2017).

...It falls in pieces, it falls because it must
and who can say that it doesn’t fall purely out of love for the earth? From earth
comes water and from water, soul
—born like the stormy flux of love.

Listen: if we touched I could lose you or lose myself, falling into your arms
as rain falls, finally, onto the earth, then rises somehow through the air again,
irrepressible as souls. It is the beginning of everything.

                    FROM "RAIN," WHITE

RODNEY (to Audience)
The thing about jugglingwhat no one really knowsis that it has no clear definition. Not unlike some people. What is it, really? Is it art or entertainment? Reality or illusion? One thing is certain: you must never take your eyes off the balls, not for a moment. For if you doif you look away, say, at something that’s coming at you...then everything falls.
        —From juggling with mr. fields

...the shell-pink snapdragons you planted
are phosphorescent in your absence, and space

after words like so long mimics
the splash of displaced water. Louder

colors persist after evening dissolves.
Your voice still haunts me. Pray for tomorrow’s

resoundingly empty sky.

             From “singular Constructions” White

I never understood the expression "heavenly bodies." Because a) they're not bodies, and b) they're not in Heaven. Heaven's a place we can't see until we get there. If we get there. If it even exits. 

      From quasars

She is making herself and not herself
anguish dressed in baroque repose,

a motionlessness that is never still,
arranged, betraying nothing

the restrained line of an eyebrow or lip,
the arc of a neck, the skillful reflection

of a sleeve of the moon-white gown
in the olive-green water

gradually assembled, balanced there
in this unexpected moment,

this small world holding its breath.

               —From "SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS," WHITE