Preface . . .
I’ve had six last names; four by marriage, one because I wanted a new last name after a divorce, and one given to me by the first man in my life, my father. Clearly I haven’t yet learned the secret to a long and happy relationship with the opposite sex, but it hasn’t stopped me from giving it the old college try.
I have a somewhat rebellious nature and have spent most of my life raging against the machine of accepted society norms, which is probably why I ended up living in interior Alaska. It is after all “The Last Frontier,” where its citizens still proudly carry guns, and aren’t afraid to show them off, or use them if necessary.
Alaska is a place a person can get lost in. It is beautiful, wild and unyielding to the pursuits of men of a fanciful nature. You have to want more than shopping malls, fashion and manicured lawns. Alaska can eat you alive, or you can learn to thrive…. one way or another.
Alaskan Vogue is really an ongoing diary, written in the form of poetry. It’s the thoughts of a woman who showed up as a girl and has spent years in and out of relationships of the heart, all while hauling water, changing tires, and building her own fires to keep the cold at bay. Alaskan Vogue has been a coping mechanism helping me to mentally survive and ultimately shine in this magnificent place I call home.
Yes the poems that follow are drenched in cynicism, but there is more to the story. Pleasure, pain, loss and gain is all here, waiting to spark the imaginations of those who think they might have what it takes to be Alaskan Vogue.
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