Strawberry Season Is Over by Irena Pasvinter
Irena was born in a country no longer found on maps, in a town called Gomel, which in time became uncomfortably close to Chernobyl. She studied electrical engineering in Moscow and returned home with Master’s degree. In 1994 she moved to Israel, where she converted into a software engineer and infiltrated the haven of local hi-tech. Irena owes her rich intellectual life to the steady traffic jams in Tel Aviv area; they allow her to consume lots of audio books, lectures and foreign language courses.
A perpetually suppressed writing bug finally overpowered her better judgment, and she now devotes scraps of time left from work and dealing with her three unpredictable children to writing. Her stories and poems have been published in many fascinating corners of the Internet (and in some printed editions that are read mainly by contributors). She keeps track of her publications and of other questionable activities (like tracking progress of writing a novel instead of actually writing it) at her IPScribblings site — please drop by for a visit!
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Nice. I’m not normally a fan of free verse, but I found this evocative.
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Thank you, Bob! It means a lot to me to get a feedback like this.
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A delicious piece, Irena.
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Thank you, Kathleen!
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How lovely!
marion
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Thank you, Marion!
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This is full of colour and juice. Love the Gothic quarter and red jewels together, nice.
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Thank you!
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