Irene receives the smallest whispers - a scrap of paper,
a single word, a passing impression and shows
us re.ections of the in.nite, the holy, the human.
Her writing evokes ancient dream-time meditations
only to return to the mundane details (polish
my toe nails) that bring us back to the particular,
the present. Her poems are peopled by all sorts
of characters; scholars, theologians, children, philosophers,
musicians, painters, gamblers, activists,
artists, monks, saints, lovers, fathers, mothers, and
on. Irene invites us, with this collection of poems,
to think about who we are in relation to others - to
see ourselves in many different shoes.
Ultimately it is an act of great empathy and great
imagination. These poems are never didactic, often
prophetic, always provocative.
- Jennifer Peace, Ph.D.
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