It’s spring again on the Cook Inlet. We feel more a part of the seasons, the rhythm of growing and dying. Now snow is dying and black currant buds are plump, waiting to open. Seagulls have returned – their raucous cries punctuate the soft sounds of waves. The ice berm is pocked and rotted, uneven […]
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The gun handle is facing my mother’s withered body as she labors to breathe through a mouth that grimaces more than smiles these days. Her hair is pure white now, like ivory, and her skin is the color of cream. It’s obvious how fragile she is in an emaciated state. She chills easily. The day’s
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Well-known as a novelist, John Straley is also a poet; “The Gift,” he says, is an old poem from his cowboy days. Don’t miss his craft talk, “Lessons from a Life of Crime,” Thursday night, Feb. 6, from 7:00-8:30 pm at the Great Harvest Bread Company in Anchorage. THE GIFT Pulling a pack string up the
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Wayne says that he’s the one who took care of Clyde. He does not want to take care of another dog. But Clyde and I know differently. Clyde and I had an agreement. Wayne needed someone to take care of and Clyde and I agreed he would be the one. This was our secret. That was partly why I
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And Though God’s Eye is on the sparrow, this one nevertheless falls today to earth having dashed itself head-long against the windowed wall of my study, a pane it did not see in time to save itself. The unbroken wing folds. The blank black bead of an eye looks skyward. By the time a
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