I met David in the Evergreen class, Modern Worlds, in 1990 or 1991. We became friends.
A mighty good man, David Powell. A terrific friend. We told each other stories, read poems together, struggled with ideas, listened to music (great music). We shared our worries and our hopes. David opened his home and his heart to me, and I will be forever grateful for his friendship. My love and condolences go out to his family and to all of the people who loved him. (...)