Se fue el Crad
Lorette reports that Crad died this afternoon at a Toronto hospice. He hadn't been conscious for several days. He was in peace.
I published one poem by Crad, a few decades ago, as part of my Proper Tales Postcard series:
There'll be no more giant leeches
when you find the good lord Jesus.
That era in the 1980s, of selling my books in the street, left an indelible stamp on me as a writer. On reflection, what Crad taught me most was not to compromise in my writing. We would come only so far to readers, by putting signs around our necks and self-publishing chapbooks; from there, the readers would have to come to us.
Good night, Crad.
Over and out.