Dedication
The Powhatan Review is
dedicated to the memory of Greg Avila.
The following is an article from
The
Virginian-Pilot about Greg:
Post Script: In his heart,
Greg Avila was
poet, painter and sculptor
By JOHN WARREN,
The Virginian-Pilot
(c) September 23, 2002
(Contact: (757) 222-5111 or postscript@pilotonline.com)
Greg Avila took the path less
traveled to Arlington National
Cemetery. Avila, who died Sept. 11 at 52, was a recipient of the
Bronze Star. But no one knows about his time in Vietnam. He
wouldn't talk about it. Avila was, in his heart, a poet, painter
and sculptor. He founded "The
Powhatan Review,'' a biannual literary
arts magazine for Hampton Roads. But he earned his living as a
roofer and a heating and air-conditioning man because it paid the
bills. Avila mingled easily with college professors, writers and
artists. He could be engaging. He had a dry sense of humor
and
never laughed at his own jokes. He also was dark and moody.
"Sometimes, he was very
animated. Sometimes, he would hang back. And sometimes, when he
felt uncomfortable, he would sneak out the back door,'' said Andrea
Marshall, who met Avila after he moved to Norfolk 11 years ago.
Whatever happened in Vietnam changed him, his older sister, Linda
Burrows, said.
The
melancholy was fortified in 1986, when his wife,
Alysha, died of cancer. "Even when he was having a good time,
there
was a sadness about him,''
said
Terry Perrell, a local fiction writer and friend. The poetry he
wrote was dark and cynical. His subject matter was
inequality,
hard work, lost love. Avila was lean, with sinewy muscles.
He
wore
black and chain-smoked
menthol
cigarettes. His apartment was barren, the things he owned
well-worn,
like his
stacks of thrift store books and his broken down 1977 Pontiac. In
the
past couple of years, he suffered from depression. He couldn't
work and
had to borrow money from friends. He moved in with his sister in
Front
Royal, working an entry level job
in a
Family Dollar distribution center. Sept. 11, he borrowed her van,
saying he had an errand to run. They found him later in a Rite
Aid pharmacy parking lot, slumped over
the
steering wheel. His cause of death hasn't been determined.
Years ago,
he told his brother he wanted to be buried at Arlington. No
way, his
brother said. That's the stuff of generals, and Audie Murphy
types. But he was accepted, on the strength of his Bronze
Star. Greg Avila, the
citation said, stood up well in the face of adversity.