Miracles Become Monsters

“‘Send me your miracles and your monsters. Send me your plucked-out eyes and the pungent perfume of your spent loins. Hold me in the jaws of your slavering mouse…’ We look at the same words and see such different things, but within this collection we see the same intricate ideas Kirwan is known for, the same dark passion he has always had burning within him. I see a poet with more punk in him than he thinks, more soul in him than he knows, and more understanding of the human condition than most