News
Premiere of “Happy”
Jennifer’s “Happy” is one of 50 plays selected for the 2023 production of Gi60: The International One-Minute Theatre Festival performing at The Tank in New York July 6-9, 2023. This will be Jennifer’s fifth play with Gi60 since 2019.
“Sugar” publication & reading
Jennifer’s award-winning play Sugar, a Winner of the Stage It! 2023 10-Minute Play Contest, is newly published in Stage It! 7: Thirty 10-Minute Plays, and wil have a staged reading at Centers for the Arts in Bonita Springs, FL on Jun3 9, 2023.
“Chem Class” published
Jennifer’s Chem Class is newly published in The Lanford Wilson New American Play Festival 2022: The Short Plays, edited by Kitt Lavoie and Kenneth L. Stilson. The Lanford Wilson Festival honors new American plays that provide dynamic roles for college-age actors.
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.