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Alexander Frost is a musician, poet, multimedia artist, model, and entrepreneur. Perhaps most widely known in the role of musician, Frost has been the sole studio member of the band Love Anchor since 2005, which, as of 2013, was officially put on hiatus before the release of its major label debut 'Goodnight, Lover.' In a strange turn of events, it was announced via his blog that he would be focusing on a release in the hip-hip genre entitled 'As The Seas Rise to Greet Us.' During the summer of 2013 the Love Anchor SoundCloud page was renamed AFLA (Alexander Frost/Love Anchor) , becoming in the process the primary outlet by which new singles from the project were released. Three official promotional music videos have since been uploaded to YouTube, all of them directed by the artist himself. As a poet, Frost has studied under some of the greatest minds in recent history, including Guggenheim Fellow and Nobel Prize nominated wordsmith Maurice Manning. After being workshopped by critically acclaimed contemporary poet and novelist Eileen Myles in 2010, Frost's debut volume 'And Persephone Turned To Him Weeping' was released in a short-run print before being posted online for free to 'generate more interest in poetry.' A 'Worldwide Who's Who' recognized entrepreneur and philanthropist, he also operates the non-profit entity known as 'The Frost Foundation', which focuses on such issues as sex slavery, women's rights, artistic education, mental illness, and police misconduct. In 2015, Alexander Frost began focusing solely on the creation of multimedia art. He is now being represented by the Saatchi Gallery and Bad Apple Public Relations. Sources: http: //www.alexander-frost.com http: //www.mtv.com/artists/alexander-frost http: //afrostloveanchor.wordpress.com http: //www.soundcloud.com/loveanchor http: //www.youtube.com/loveanchormgmt)

The Best Poem Of Alexander Frost

My Sister

(‘Play that old allegro in E-major’
‘The one rendered incomplete by his passing,
The passing of insouciant youthfulness
Into the embittered arms of old age? ’
‘The one he was writing as he went insane’)

The valley echoes with lamentation
Daffodils sway with windswept heavy heads
In the dying light of this days decline
Swift hoofs strike the tired earth like anvils
The dust rises skywards in amber plumes
As the dolorous shades, the blues and greys,
Dissipate in the cold light of evening
So that the fog hanging amongst the reeds
Is reduced to a frail lingering dew
Retaining the prints, the ghosts of your tread
Held in such suspended animation
Pale memories to outlast the monarchs

My sister shot herself three years ago
But I still cannot begrudge her the act
For I know what it’s like to be alone
I guess I was just sad to let her go
To recognize all the joy we will miss
The summers at the lake house in Norway
Riding bicycles in the countryside
Cutting paths through the freshly fallen leaves
When the weather turns, bundling up inside
With our favorite books by firelight
Gazing out into the star-riddled sky
We whisper our plans for the future and
Each season go berry-picking in Maine
As the afternoon spreads out before us

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