Jennifer Brookins

Author of Tharon Ann, Living Under the Weavers Hut, and India with Backpack and a Prayer

About Jen

Author and poet Jennifer Brookins is a former Broadway and television actress living in Princeton, New Jersey with her husband, musician Doug Brookins. They frequently travel to India, and based upon their experiences, she wrote India with Backpack and a Prayer - the sequel to her first book Tharon Ann. She is also the author of Living Under the Weaver's Hut - an illustrated book of poetry.

A Memoir


A beautiful story of bravery, tragedy, independence

Tharon Ann, by author Jennifer Brookins is a wonderful read! A young woman begins her journey to chase her dreams from the Deep South to Hollywood, enduring a number of difficulties and overcoming the hardships of single motherhood to a wonderful ending and to the lovely woman known to us today. She teaches us to reach for our dreams, and though life sometimes seems senseless, in the long run good things do come. I highly recommend this book to anyone that loves biographies or for just a delightful read. Check this out!” 

-C.C. Cole

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An Illustrated Book of Poetry



“Lyrical and deeply moving. These poems speak of the soul’s journey back to its Source. Love, longing, loneliness, joy. These are things we all share throughout our journeys through this life and beyond.”

Ginny Byham

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A Spiritual Journey

India with Backpack and a Prayer

A deeply affecting travelog of a spiritual life

“I loved this book, the intimacy, the sense of the spiritual world close by, the interiority of the poetry, and most of all, the mystery of her four adept friends. Highly recommended.”


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doubters only believe what they see … you know the type dark sunglasses at night for a better view. Oh Weaver, guard my arrested heart

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I bow to you winter moon mosaicthat all starsin heavenly darkness lay their heads to restanother rising sunwraps her dreamy arms around our landfrom ho-hum

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walk with me this afternoonno particular plan just fresh mountain airwild roses gone wild; nest where mockingbirds had babieswhen breathless we stop and watch clouds

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sometimes I face the sunother times the amber glow of dawnseeding earth with prayer in the chill of early dayI wrap your essence around my

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I hear winter rain falling as wild mountain roses it’s you hiding behind the moon if you stay away my heart will turn into shards

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I got up early this morning when darkness still covered the land; just had a feeling the stars would still be shining. Not good to

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1 day 4 hours ago

Yesterday I promised to put my work area in order – my desk in particular: stacks of books, computer inbox, ‘to do” notes not done … can’t find the engraved silver pen given to me last year - no doubt lost in a mountain of papers: unfinished short stories, poems - endless research completed for the new book …all this leans against the window facing the great outdoors. I need to see a patch of blue sky, the giant oaks, blades of grass, a squirrel … a bird who
looks at me and says, “may I have this dance?”

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2 days 4 hours ago

out of my heart did a nightingale fly
it did fly
it did fly into an eagle’s nest
they soared this most unlikely pair
they did soar until at last
they were no more

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3 days 4 hours ago

woods are busy this night
little birds huddle in last year’s squirrel nest
pine trees cast shadows against waning crescent moon
snow-dipped branches clusters hidden i
n pine cones like abandoned diamond mines
bawdy days of summer claim their stake yet
winter’s understated chic reigns
matriarch of seasons

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4 days 3 hours ago

our thoughts invade our privacy this night
moon and I
when loneliness grips my heart in stillness
you offer lemon sorbet to absorb my grief
impossible love,
have you forgotten I know your secret
I spoon-feed you raspberry milkshakes
it wraps your glow in ecstasy
no one knows but you and I

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5 days 4 hours ago

I got up early this morning when darkness still covered the land. It was just had a feeling the stars would still be shining. It's not good to make friends with a bed; too much sleep imprisons the soul. But to sit here in crisp late night air stargazing in wonderment, and discover some lonesome adventurer looking down at me makes my heart break out in laughter. I call up. “Send me a sign, a paper airplane will do.” Just the thought makes my heart laugh … and I think on you as the new day slumbers.

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