24 years ago, a classmate of mine at Berea Middle School in Greenville, SC perished in an eletrical fire at a local camp ground. All the other boys in the cabin escaped but him.
That memory served as the entry point into a poem about standing just outside of the intimacy of grief - both close and far enough to feel fear, jealousy, gratitude and wonder all at once.
I am proud to have this poem published over at The James Franco Review. They operate on the premise that all poems should be read at face value, not according to the perceived value of the face that wrote them. In other words, they read anonymously, so that every submission stands a fair chance. You should check them out.
Start with my poem: Virgin Sacrifice