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.
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!
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. While listening to “The Modern Scholar: The Bible and the Roots of Western Litterature”, she conceived an arrogant idea to concoct a Psalm of her own. She blames it on a poetic charm of King James Bible’s language in general and of The Book of Psalms in particular. She also blames number Pi for its fascinating properties. She is grateful to Postcard Poems and Prose for providing “Psalm 3.14159…” with this glorious abode.