Something about Barnes’s poems makes you read quickly, slowly, then quickly again. There is an energy to his writing, an ebb and flow that counts word for word and makes each poem a complete moment of place, time, and feeling. He takes our world and ourselves and tries to get at how we live, and sometimes don’t live. Robert Mezey said of Dick Barnes, “His heart is pure, he tells us in one poem, and it is—we trust his voice because the rhythm doesn’t falter, the words ring true, have the unmistakable sound of truth.”
Barnes, Dick, "Few and Far Between" (1994). Ahsahta Press. Paper 10.