I’ve written of him many times, but for those of you wondering about the Barry referenced in this poem from Eaux Claires, here is a well-written synopsis.
This morning I fed the chickens, turned in an essay, and drove my young one to class in our old minivan. Back to the day-to-day. But the echoes left by these folks remain in my heart and in the air.
It was my privilege to meet Eric. This world so filled with posturing hoo-hah and people so sure of themselves and ready to paint you this or that, and here’s a quiet young man working from sincerity. Thank you for making me want to work harder and do better, Eric. Article here.
Some of my books have sold beyond what I dared hope. Some far fewer. In the last 48 hours I received heartfelt, intense, uplifting notes of gratitude from readers of my two poorest sellers. Good to be reminded that hearts beat charts. Write accordingly.
Reflecting on the final production of Population 485. No fancy words right now. Simply, thank you. To the cast and crew and their families, to the folks at the venues, and to those who gave us their eyes and ears and time. Never saw any of this coming.