I have been collecting Bob's poignant, inspiring wisdom (I even have a separate file just for his poems) way before they showed up in books. To me, he's the peer of Hafiz, Rumi, and Mary Oliver."-Pam Grout,
I was born and raised in New York City, attending the public schools there-a pretty typical kid, gabby and obnoxious, who loved to play with his friends. But when I was eight years old, my four-year-old sister Carole Anne was diagnosed with liver cancer. We watched her wither away to a living skeleton, then die in agony. The soul of our family was shattered. The poetry I began writing as an adolescent seeped from that grieving wound, expressed...
Bob Savino's rebirth occurred in the spring of his 31st year, during one of the dark nadir's of his existence, when he cried out a desperate, last-ditch prayer to the farthest reaches of the sentient void. In response, he was instantaneously catapulted from the depths of despair to the heights of ecstasy. Transfixed by an all-encompassing laser beam of Invisible Light, suffused with a Cosmic Joy he could neither comprehend nor doubt, he hung s...
