Matt, I met you only once, we were both young(er) shining horses of the Mansfield press stable. We didn’t talk much and we didn’t talk about our poetry. Just some formalities. I have bought and read your book. Poets don’t do it often. Perhaps they read but they don’t buy. Sometimes they read and buy but they are very scarce of compliments and dry of support. Quite often mute and envious.
I am no different but I owed you these few lines. I speak on behalf of the world silenced by your death.
Matt Santateresa – 1950 – 2016