The Poetry of Irvin Skrzypiec-allen
My name's Irvin and I'm getting older. I know that because some things don't work quite so well as they did before and when things get broken it takes a bit longer to get them fixed up again - if at all. Yet for all of this, life's becoming more and more of a hoot. I tend to care less what people think about me and I guess, to a significant measure, my encounters with God have made me a bit more mellow, a bit more understanding, and a lot less of a pain to be with (which I was - in my bratty student years.) I have a sort of familial-in-law relationship to Christine. The loveliness of her poetry reflects the person and made me think poetically again.
My poetry, which has come in fits and starts over the years, reflects a funny mix of angst and hope, cynicism and my religious yearnings. I don't expect you to understand them or me, or the slightly weird slant they occasionally take, but here they are - a bit of me.
