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I wrote this poem in 2019, revised it last year, submitted it a few places with no luck, and then just kind of gave up on it. It's basically a play-by-play of the shortest day of the year in Alaska, but I think it's the longest poem I've ever written!
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Sadly, I never had the opportunity to meet Misko (a prolific Anchorage author and co-founder of the Alaska Writers Guild, for which I am currently an officer), but I feel like I have been provided with unique insight into his life as an Alaskan author and bibliophile through his diverse collection.
"You know we need change when people are afraid to come out here."
During peacetime, it’s easy to convince ourselves that things like censorship and mass plagues are restricted to the history books and far-off, dystopian futures. However, as we all have observed in recent months, these things have become an all-too-present reality.
LIFE'S LESSONS is an honest account of the things we least like to to talk about, the stains we keep covered up for years after The Incident.
They say some days you get the bull, some days the horns, but the truth about moose hunting in Alaska is this: some days you get a whole lot o’ nothing.
At the beginning of this year, KONGOS released the first part of their fourth album, 1929. Although it's still clearly KONGOS, part one of this album is definitely a departure from Lunatic and Egomaniac. They've ditched their label, so that certainly has something to do with the change in sound and style, but they're also maturing, and it's exciting to hear.
He was 26 and I was 18 when we met. I'm sure it took a few days for him to recognize me as a regular, since I rarely wear the same outfit or order the same drink twice at one establishment. But if he didn't remember me by the end of my first month at school, I'm sure he knew me by the time I showed up later that fall, soaked to the skin in my t-shirt and ill-fitting skinny jeans.
This post is not about the Maggie Rogers song, but (what I think) is a humorous albeit kind of tragic and almost satirical cover of perhaps the most meme-able song on the Internet (though if you've been Rick rolled one too many times, you may disagree).
Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum 