Irene Savine is a poet, mother and entrepreneur residing in Highland Park, IL. Her collection of poetry, The Recording Angel, is forthcoming when she gets around to it.
Read MoreIrene Savine: From My Room In The Old Mill By The Fox River
The river is frozen and the men walk out to their black tents
to fish long after-work hours on the ice
this small miracle of climate
Irene Savine: Making Challah In The Year 5769
I hear my immortal soul is
In peril! But really, husband,
Peace will not wait for the one who
Irene Savine: “Our Father, Our King”
The bees
don’t recite
an alphabet of woe