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Joseph Manduke - Life and Outdoors: ......From "Fishing with my son"
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Thursday, May 8, 2008. From "Fishing with my son". From the short story “Fishing with my son”. That summer of 1965 we packed up most of the pets, my above-mentioned cousin Dave (who was a pure city boy) and we wound our way to the place on dad’s fishing map was labeled “Wild River”, near Towanda. And a place then called Wyalusing. Rocks in Bradford County. 8217;t make it, but plenty of other French settled here, including one Charles Homet. 8217;s Ferry crossing. My cousin Dave was a skinny, blond. Boy o...
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Joseph Manduke - Life and Outdoors
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008. In a place that tells the tales of time by tides and windswept coast, I lie. And when the moon peeks out of rushing clouds, I wept for that found and unfound. No place that time has left such mark, a stasis of my heart,. Without record beyond the scorns I find the deep silence in the night. All stays silent now awaiting the birth of the new day: renewed in pleasant. Light as sky renews the heart and mind in a quiet time, renewed again. No love is pure if heart is not the same.
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Joseph Manduke - Life and Outdoors: Apr 29, 2008
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008. Portions may be quoted for editorial with appropriate credits. Links to this post. Labels: aprille hatfield manduke. In a place that tells the tales of time by tides and windswept coast, I lie. And when the moon peeks out of rushing clouds, I wept for that found and unfound. No place that time has left such mark, a stasis of my heart,. Without record beyond the scorns I find the deep silence in the night. All stays silent now awaiting the birth of the new day: renewed in pleasant.
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Joseph Manduke - Life and Outdoors: From the short story, "Kinzua Gums"
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Thursday, May 8, 2008. From the short story, "Kinzua Gums". Excerpt from the fishing short story: “Kinzua Gums”. So we headed out from Doylestown in the leaky mustang on a mission of pure exploration. My fishing pal and high school buddy Joe riding shotgun. I had installed a tape player in my pony and we had one tape. It was an early Beatles tape, and as I write these words I can still hear odes to the Norwegian woods and the familiar voices of Paul and John. My fishing friend and fellow high school juni...
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Joseph Manduke Poems: Northumberland Strait
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Poetry and thoughts written after 1956. Thursday, May 15, 2008. So emperors hear that glory fleets. In no way do memories sleep. Without my stream of youth, my smile, its play. Can I now find complete. No man would stay alone with sleep. Then dreamy vision will still creep. No place, no river, no bounds will say. That ever could ours have been a better play. Without our smiles our love our place. That moons moments less our embrace. Without that turn, that look of grace. So its said that travel must abide.
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Joseph Manduke Poems: Coeur Befall
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Poetry and thoughts written after 1956. Thursday, May 15, 2008. No time that makes the pleasures break. Vista across my river, stream, or seashore tells,. Now it may be a time to make. Love so tender that anew is none. So bold as to be abliss. Without the smile, bright eyes to miss. Flowered lips to kiss. No time without the bloody gift. My love, so lost, so far adrift. So take just a moment to recall. All that in love must befall. Only the wind, sun, myself to recall. That time of love.
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Joseph Manduke's Original Essays: Canadian Thanksgiving, 2007
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Joseph Manduke's Original Essays. Friday, May 16, 2008. Canadian Thanksgiving, 2007. Transcribed from handwritten manuscript. Fill the heavy cool morning dampness with a pungent, earthy memory. Crows fly at a distance, most likely. Seeing my shotgun and spreading the word in alert. My best friend in those years, my Shepard. Tail wagging madly rushed down the corn rows. In moments with a loud. A ring-necked pheasant blasts, rocket-like skyward. Smell of gunpowder in the cool mist. The bird falls. Those so...
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Joseph Manduke Poems: Jul 18, 2008
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Poetry and thoughts written after 1956. Friday, July 18, 2008. When love is true and lost the universe itself weeps. God himself cries when love is lost. Love is not contained. Galaxies weep when true love is lost. Nay, clusters of galaxies stop turning in infinity when love dies. The creator's heart itself, the infinite word. The power of creation that is love, waits. Takes pause in the tear. Takes a moment from the foundation itself of all life and all hope. God sheds a tear. When love is not preserved.
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Hogg's Blog: UPDATE
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A fictional account of an amazing life". Tuesday, February 17, 2009. Well I am still working on the conclusion here in Oriental, Juniata County, Pennsylvania. Just a note that the front page of this blog appears blank. You must actually scroll down and click on the entry dates to view the story as it goes-on and on. I am trying to repair the way the link shows the first page. Any and all comments on this and my other projects are most welcome. Labels: michelle rene perry. Joseph Manduke's Original Essays.
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