Wrote a chapter in new big book High Voltage: AC/DC an Illustrated Guide. Included in The Best Australian Poems 2009 aND 2010. Jen’s essay Sex Crimes in Suburbia was included in Meanjin's ‘Law and Crime - the Long Arm’ issue (October 2007). A widely-published, versatile professional writer, she wrote Skyhooks Million Dollar Riff, poetry books Marsupial Wrestling, Alleycat and gutter Vs stars (Flat Chat 2006). Available for professional writing jobs of all kinds including reports, workshops, journalism, poetry and publicity.
The rookie Australian Poetry Centre Festival was an ambitious joust staged over three days/ two nights of the ANZAC day weekend in autumn-struck Castlemaine. In between and around the real program, (literary events stuffed with Bob Adamson, Judith Beveridge, Ali Cobby Eckermann, Esther Ottaway, Jaya Savige, Anthony Lawrence, Lauren Williams, Ross Gillett, Barry Hill, Sam Hamill (USA), LK Holt, Laksmi Pamuntjak (Indonesia), Lorna Crozier (Canada) and many more), sub-festivals and demi-parties raged and fluttered in anarchic fashion. By late Sunday the promised hail fell with a short, sharp flourish followed by a spectacular rainbow. The program was pricey (for poetry) and packed. Debates raged over who killed and who sucked (often the same people according to different punters). Interspersed with tracelike near-dozes which served to recharge batteries, the vibometer was pulsing along happily. Verdict: four horseshoes out of five. A fine idea brought to fruition - well done APC.
For Docklands’ ‘Eagle’ by Bruce Armstrong, and the Wurundjeri and Kulin’s legendary wedgetail protector of those who will accept his guidance
Bunjil you are the spirit seeing all that we have done – the bright madness of our gleaming shells of metal curling towards the Dome the MCG, Docklands cathedrals of Australian Rules where young warriors dig the possum skin again leaping for your wings Bunjil, that marngrook game we mixed with English rugby
way up high you sentinel though you sit unmoving over the yellow eel twists of the Birrarung and Melbourne’s snake backbone of trains the wild rushes through your feathers like an aeroplane like a storm