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		<title>ALL ICE JAMMED UP</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2010/02/all-ice-jammed-up/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 23:12:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>cgraves</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In late January 2010 many rivers in Maine experienced ice flows and ice jams. Here are a few pictures taken along the Kennebec river in Hallowell and Farmingdale.




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		<title>A MAN WITHOUT HIS HORSE</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 18:07:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randy Randall</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The natives of the boreal forest had their birch canoes. Canoes enabled them to travel across America on woodland streams and rivers. The first nations depended on their canoes for daily life. The plains Indians adopted the horse and became a horse culture. Indian life and wealth were centered on the horse. Indians marked their [...]]]></description>
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		<title>STONE</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 17:33:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elaine Laura Kleiner</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All things are stone:
the shells of dead crustaceans,
the shattered hearts of mountains,
molten core that rises from volcanic throats,
deep earth’s crust, the granite breath,
quartz and feldspar.
 
Stone is memory of a star,
whirled away into oblivion—
first red, then blue, then spun
as fine as nothingness itself.
 
Stone of caves, of pyramids,
marked by human touch and tread,
stony moon which felt men&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>PATIENCE</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:10:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marcia Brown</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There.  We’ve broken the back of winter,
my mother used to say on February first,
standing above the sink, knocking
coffee grounds out of the basket, pale
blue eyes taking in the frozen landscape.
And there was no impatience in her saying it,
as if settling into some entre-season of waiting,
that was as it should be. 
Then she’d turn and fill our [...]]]></description>
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		<title>SLEDSPEAK</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2010/02/essay-sledspeak/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 23:12:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Don Robbins</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Speedster
My friend Olive gave me a sled. Not one of those molded plastic gizmos made in China out of old soda bottles, but a real made-in-the-USA classic. Steel runners. Hardwood deck. Sturdy maple steering bar. Real rope, just the right length to tuck under the tailboards.
“It’s out in the breezeway,” she directed. I found it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>BOOK REVIEW&#8212;TRACING PARADISE: TWO YEARS IN HARMONY WITH JOHN MILTON</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2010/02/book-review-tracing-paradise-two-years-in-harmony-with-john-milton/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 17:03:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Weslea Sidon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Books]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/?p=1127</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the beginning there was only one word at a time. The written word was reproduced letter by letter until very modern times. Cheap and easy printing using photo processes, let alone photocopying page after page of anything that struck your fancy, was a science-fiction dream to the countless students who copied out endless lines of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MOVIE REVIEW&#8212;AVATAR (NOT IN 3-D): THE NATURE OF GREATNESS</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2010/01/avatar-not-in-3-d-the-nature-of-greatness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:35:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joel Johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Movies]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ James Cameron regains his place as the preeminent film director in the use of technology and technical effects in the filmmaking process. Cameron is best known as the self-proclaimed “king of the world” director of Titanic, which spent an estimated $200 million in tackling the technical challenge of re-creating the ill-fated voyage of the S.S. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MAKING MEMORIES</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/making-memories/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 15:47:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randy Randall</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ We were going after a Christmas tree. We were piling everyone&#8212;dogs included&#8212;into the van and heading out across the Airline Road to find a Christmas tree. What we were really doing was making memories. But it wasn’t easy with three rambunctious boys, ages nine, seven, and four. It took most of the morning just to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>PHOTOS FROM WINTER&#8217;S PAST</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/photos-from-winters-past/</link>
		<comments>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/photos-from-winters-past/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 23:49:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>cgraves</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Images]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Winter is just starting here in Maine. Here are some photographic memories from Winter&#8217;s past.  (Yes these Photos have been revised).



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		<title>USING SEX TO SELL AUNT NELL’S FRUITCAKE</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/using-sex-to-sell-aunt-nell%e2%80%99s-fruitcake/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:40:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alice Rohman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Forget everything you know about fruitcake
The scene – a warm kitchen in soft focus
Picture the backside of a curvy baker
bent over a tabletop chopping
                nuts 
Close-up of wrinkled pecan and walnut lobes
so close to smooth almonds and
Macadamias
Candle light glows
through measuring cups full
                of orange liqueur, dark honey and rum 
Imagine the fragrance of ginger, cloves and cinnamon
Pull [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE PLYMOUTH ON ICE</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/the-plymouth-on-ice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:29:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Thomas R. Moore</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[On frigid January nights we’d
take my ’48 Plymouth onto
the local reservoir, lights off
to dodge the cops, take turns
holding long manila lines in pairs
behind the car, cutting colossal
loops and swoons across
the crackly range of ice. Oh
god did we have fun! At ridges
and fissures we careened,
tumbled onto each other, the girls
yelping, splayed out on all fours,
and sometimes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>LOKI</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/loki/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:22:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Don Robbins</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Did the old ones know
their polished copper
held The Trickster? 
now he is everywhere
metal plastic glass
still water 
even underside
of visor
in my Toyota Corolla 
where a glance is worth
at least a chuckle 
the joke is on us
it always was
 
 
Don Robbins, born and educated mostly in Maine, is a retired high school English teacher living in Sidney. He writes regularly for the Hallowell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CONFESSIONS OF A WAL-MART CASHIER</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/confessions-of-a-wal-mart-cashier/</link>
		<comments>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/confessions-of-a-wal-mart-cashier/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:12:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nancy Morley</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[First, let me confess that I am an unlikely candidate for cashiering at Wal-Mart. In the past, whenever I saw a large conglomerate move into an area, all too often the old downtown local stores gradually went out of business. I always want to support local businesses, so I haven’t appreciated the large corporations that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THIS STONE</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/this-stone/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arnold Greenberg</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[From Sisyphus
Dear Stars, this Stone is more than stone,
 more than weight against my arms,
 my shoulders, my neck—
 more than a stone
 my legs must shove,
 my hands must grasp,
 my lungs must grunt into—
 more than a moan
 inside my soul
 that comes from knowing
 there is no escape from where I am,
 from who I am.
This is the burden of my being here,
this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MORNING CHORES</title>
		<link>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/morning-chores/</link>
		<comments>http://www.wolfmoonjournal.com/2009/12/morning-chores/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:14:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert J. Romano Jr.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It’s still dark as I lumber down the stairs into the living room where the woodstove remains warm. I’m wearing a bright yellow, long-sleeve t-shirt with a brook trout emblazoned across the back and my flannel jeans, the pair purchased from L.L. Bean the year before Emily, our college-age daughter, was born. Stained and frayed, [...]]]></description>
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