This portrait hangs beside my writing desk. Michael and Barry. My keyboard reflected in the glass. A few months ago a big trucker in a sleeveless t-shirt came to the library where I was speaking and waited at the end of the signing line to tell me the things I’ve written about Barry changed his…View post
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.
Leveraging meaningless coincidence for a self-promotional post: Today is Michel de Montaigne’s 485th birthday. I wrote a book about Montaigne and I wrote a book called Population 485.
Thank you to Sophie, who was reading Population 485 during a volunteer medical trip to Manaugua.
Came offstage for intermission in Oconomowoc to find a message saying Barry died. Not five minutes prior we were sharing his story and art with a sold out crowd. That seemed about right. I cannot overstate the bravery of this man, and his influence on me and an army of souls. More in time. Right…View post