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Wilderness Vision: July 2012
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Monday, July 02, 2012. The Rain Is Water. The rain is water. These rocks will be fossils,. My heart, thistles. Only the sun consuming itself. Posted by Asher Abrams at 10:00 AM. Dreams Into Lightning 1. Dreams Into Lightning 2. Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. Interlochen Center for the Arts. Town of South Windsor, Connecticut. South Windsor Public Library. The Journal Inquirer - Manchester region. Notebook pages 1 - 4. The Rain Is Water.
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Wilderness Vision: January 2007
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Sunday, January 07, 2007. Posted by Asher Abrams at 2:14 PM. Dreams Into Lightning 1. Dreams Into Lightning 2. Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. Interlochen Center for the Arts. Town of South Windsor, Connecticut. South Windsor Public Library. The Journal Inquirer - Manchester region. Notebook pages 1 - 4. The Rain Is Water. We Must Go Far Away. Stephanie at Santa Cruz. Where the Night Water Runs. We Will Be Safe No More.
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Wilderness Vision: November 2004
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Saturday, November 06, 2004. Spring is more than magic. And one blue morning I would like. To wake in miles and miles of flowers. Bluets on Daddy-long-legs stems. And leaves like lady bugs. And I could wish for nothing bluer. Or more magical than bluets,. Fields of them, like Dorothy's red poppies,. Spread out, carpeting for miles. I would run my fingers through them,. Through a thousand floating flowers. I would stand and run my hands. Walking silen...
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Wilderness Vision: March 2005
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Saturday, March 05, 2005. It flows through cracks in the earth,. Up through cracks in the crumbling ground,. From oil and darkness,. From caves and holes in the walls of rock,. From green water deep down,. Filtered like rain round the roots of trees -. Trees' tongues live deep,. Bringing up the scents of fires,. Flowing round stones, grey, smooth stones, brown,. Sucking up scents of births of time,. Peering in at sleeping mice -. Rising like fire,.
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More New England Notes. Thoughts from Peter J. Roberts, editor of Newenglandwow.com. Email a reply to pjr@newenglandwow.com. Monday, October 25, 2004. Election Editorial Enough of the Sawdust Caesar. John Kerry for President and John Edwards for Vice President. October 23, 2004. New London, CT USA. Editorial From Newenglandwow.com. We do not mean to discount the killed and wounded from Iraq (numbering in the tens of thousands) and from other countries. But we note the loss of these Soldiers, Sailors,...
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More New England Notes. Thoughts from Peter J. Roberts, editor of Newenglandwow.com. Email a reply to pjr@newenglandwow.com. Monday, August 16, 2004. The New York Times Washington Campaign 2004 F.B.I. Goes Knocking for Political Troublemakers. The New York Times Washington Campaign 2004 F.B.I. Goes Knocking for Political Troublemakers. Posted by Peter Roberts @ 2:45 PM. Comments: Post a Comment.
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More New England Notes. Thoughts from Peter J. Roberts, editor of Newenglandwow.com. Email a reply to pjr@newenglandwow.com. Saturday, May 29, 2004. The thing I dislike most about our president is his near complete understanding of human nature. His remarks at the opening of the World War Two Memorial is a classic. The event called out for honest words from the heart. Poetry, if you will. Sadly, we heard more of the same from our president. At a time that called for Lincoln, we got more trash. But more t...
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More New England Notes. Thoughts from Peter J. Roberts, editor of Newenglandwow.com. Email a reply to pjr@newenglandwow.com. Saturday, January 08, 2005. The fact that the man who will serve as the Attorney General of the United States has to spend time and effort denying that he helped to create the "idea" of good torture, should speak to every American. Yes, we will be repaid for these and other abuses. As Jefferson said, "I fear for my country when I remember that God is just.". Comments: Post a Comment.
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Wilderness Vision: October 2005
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Tuesday, October 11, 2005. So black you cannot see the stars. So still the gnats are too awed to fly. You blow a thousand bubbles, shot. Through the silence-carved brick work,. No wind will break the circles. That float to worlds beyond far suns,. For as you hold your breath,. There is no wind. One, two, three, six,. A million bubbles, little moons. Bouncing off the black tree limbs. That can only be seen when they move to speak. They do not speak,.
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Wilderness Vision: October 2004
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Collected Writings of Stephanie McLintock (1964-1992). Monday, October 25, 2004. This is birth day. And again I find myself. Inside a fluid-filled machine,. A glass-fragile framework fitted close,. Draped over with a million eyes. Inside this form of bones and skin,. This is where my being spreads. I will dance if all I have are fingers. Fingers are gods; they build brilliant worlds. I will build pyramids with mine. When I woke, found myself here,. I could not move at first for fear. From the Grey Hawk.
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