News
Premiere of “A Blessing”
Jennifer’s new play A Blessing has been selected for a workshop and production as part of Somerset Community College Theatre’s Short Play Festival performing March 28-30, 2024 in Somerset, KY.
New production of “Pre-War”
Jennifer’s award-winning play Pre-War will be presented in a live online production by PlayZoomers September 29 and 30, 2023. Tickets can be purchased here.
“Sugar” selected for BEST TEN-MINUTE PLAYS
Jennifer’s award-winning play Sugar will be published this fall in The Best Ten-Minute Plays 2023, edited by Debbie Lamedman and forthcoming from Smith and Kraus.
Excerpts
I read there are things out in space called quasars. Nobody really knows what they are. I hadn’t heard of them, so I looked it up, and it said: “An extremely remote celestial object, emitting exceptionally large amounts of energy.” They look like stars. Scientists think they have black holes inside them, but that maybe they’re the beginnings of new galaxies.
Imagine, a whole new galaxy in the process of being born. There’s hope in that, isn’t there? I think that’s hope.
In twin chairs by the lakeside tonight
we’ve watched day’s last lightspread like a bright blush over treetops
past the point where cabins standabandoned, sealed against winter.
In the middle distance the island floats,fading. There alone the wild blueberries
hang like unmarked globes over waterseparating shore from shore.
Why they grow there but not herepuzzles, like love or the coming bereavements
of autumn, or rumors of empty, drifting skiffs.For now at least the island remains
part and not part of the unknowing nightas we are to each other
island and mainland, ship and shore,a familiar place; a mystery.
Educate girls and there will be no more guillotines. That is what my father told me.
My father knew nothing about girls.
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 reflectionof a sleeve of the moon-white gown
in the olive-green watergradually assembled, balanced there
in this unexpected moment,this small world holding its breath.
(From White, Midlist Press First Series Award for Poetry)
Okay. So sue me. Do you have any idea what it’s like being me?
(To an Audience member:)
Maybe you do, but the rest of you don’t. (Beat) People always thinking you’re fucked up or off your meds, eve when you try to hide it. But we can’t hide anything from them. They know. Ever try to ignore someone who’s yakking at you ceaselessly? And believe me, the dead can talk. They don’t have anything else to do.