When I listen to Eddie Stewart talk about poetry, my heart becomes a cloud, a river, a feather held aloft by the blue sky. I float on the smooth poetry and musicality of his words. When Eddie talks, the words take and make cadence. I can't help but smile. I hope you will smile too. Eddie is proof that the work that I do with the InsideOut Literary Arts Project makes a difference. Eddie is Eddie because Eddie doesn't let others stand in the way of him being Eddie. When I talk to Eddie these days, I always say the same thing before we turn to walk away. Stay Eddie, I say. Eddie nods his head. He doesn't have to say a word. His smile is his name. I know he knows what I mean.