• Nonfiction

    Dasan Shantidas Marshall (1990 – 2015)

    First published in the Anchorage Press. [divider] On Sunday, January 18th, Alaska Pacific University student, Dasan Marshall fell to his death on the North Face of Mount Yukla. Marshall was scouting a section of a route in a couloir when he slipped and fell 1,000 feet down the face. An avid climber and explorer from Portland, Oregon, Dasan Marshall had been living in Alaska since 2012. Marshall had been attending his last semester at Alaska Pacific University (APU) to complete his Bachelor’s degree in Outdoor Studies and working on his senior project that involved starting an alpine club for the student community at APU. The following tribute to Dasan was…

  • Nonfiction

    On Racing

    by Thomas O’Harra So, on Tuesday and Wednesday of this week (the 3rd and 4th, respectively), I had my first two races of the championships. Tuesday’s race was a classic sprint, and Wednesday’s race was a 10K skate individual start. For those who don’t know, a sprint race is rather confusing to someone who hasn’t seen it in action before. The day starts out with an individual start time trial around the course, with racers going every 15 seconds. Then, the people who post the top 30 times advance on to heats. This starts out with the quarterfinals, which are five heats of six people. The two fastest skiers from…

  • Nonfiction

    Travel to Almaty

    by Thomas O’Harra So, it seems that I’ve found myself in Almaty, Kazakhstan. I’m writing this from more than halfway across the globe, sitting in a hotel room that is literally held together with packing tape. I first heard about this place when I attended the Junior World Ski Championships last winter in Italy. After some disappointing results there, I turned my attention to Almaty. Knowing that it was there—and that I definitely had a good chance at making the team—motivated me during training over the summer and fall. In retrospect, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Almaty is a city of 1.6 million people (I…

  • Poetry

    Faded Snapshots: A Trio of Poems

    by L.J. Bosela Merry’s Island In the distance, in the sun, I see an island, all in gold Where only silver winds can run Forgotten in times untold. If I might, I’ll go there And find at last my Long lost peace of mind.   Et Tu? There is a haze about the moon tonight Do you see it too? There is an aching in my heart tonight A void in my soul My thoughts are consuming me Do you feel it too?   Shades of Reality Shadows, occupying the tables Watching over raised books The masses of the living Who dwell in shades of reality. Shadows, never speaking up…

  • Fiction

    Tales from the Black Flag – Passing the Torch

    by Evan Nasse Waking up that morning on the couch I got a whiny earful of what it was my room mate truly thought of me. I wish the turdblossom could have at least waited until after I had drank some coffee before crawling up my ass. He’s an eBay power seller, or so he likes to inform everyone, which means all he does is stay home and buy other peoples crap, then he repackages it and resells it for a menial profit. All god damn day. My lifestyle was surely cramping his. “Will, You smell like a fucking bar all the time and your room is a god-damn biohazard. I’m…

  • Nonfiction

    On Success

    by Evan Nasse Most people, in general, do not often measure themselves in terms of success. I have found that often times those that I know and those around me measure themselves in terms relative to the success of others, particularly their closest peers and those whom are already successful in fields they strive for or admire. When I finally began realizing my talent with words and writing, I constantly found myself researching the backgrounds of published authors and produced screenwriters, a habit I still occasionally find myself doing as I get lost in a wikipedean spiral of fascination and selfdoubt. This is entirely the wrong approach, and I will…

  • Nonfiction

    Death as the Catalyst For Life

    by Gus Barber To live is a verb. It is an action, a movement, something that happens. Yet it seems that there are not many people actively living. This is a strange concept, as we all breathe and continue to exist, but I mean living in a sense that many people do not seem to embrace. Our collective society has moved into a mindset that is constantly preoccupied with what has happened or is going to happen. We must go to school to get a job to support our families–this is the central dogma of suburbia. And in our free time between when we work to get somewhere, we are…

  • Nonfiction

    Ultimate Frisbee

    by Brock Fitzgerald Bill Nye the Science Guy once said, “The flying disc is a wonderful thing.” Although mostly known for his bowties and children’s science series, Nye was also heavily involved as an Ultimate Frisbee player in the 1970s. Not only did he play on Cornell’s competitive team during his years there, he would then go on to be a founder and captain of the Seattle Olympic Windjammers, the very first men’s team in Seattle. What is it about this game that interests so many? Perhaps it is the honor of the game in its unassuming nature, or possibly the way the game is organized. No matter what is…

  • Nonfiction

    Gut Flora

    by Ashley R. Escarate Gut flora is the ecosystem made up of friendly bacteria inside your tummy. These bacteria are essential to overall wellbeing (and weight loss) and everyone has them although some people may have more or less than others.  Gut Flora will help with a stronger immune system, fighting food allergies, fighting disease, helping digestion, extracting nutrients…. the list goes on. Basically you really really need to keep your gut flora healthy because a happy gut is a happy body. Gut flora can and should be nurtured because by ingesting certain things, you can kill it (ie. Antibiotics, foods with strange chemicals in them, laxatives, heavy metals which can be found in food,…

  • Poetry

    Thoughts on Christmas Carols

    by L.J. Bosela Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round-about Deep and crisp and even, Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter’s fuel.   The snow still lies so soft and white And the frost still bites cruel The poor men are all about But where is the Good King? Have we all forgotten then That no matter what we be We should not forsake Our brothers who still need?   Joy to the world, the Lord is come Let earth recieve her King Let every heart  Prepare him…