BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
MIME
Erin York
She watches as
Her life parades
In yellow and green,
No (more…)
BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
MIME
Erin York
She watches as
Her life parades
In yellow and green,
No (more…)
THE LIFE (AND DEATH) CYCLE OF THE ICE CREAM SODA
Erin York
Birth of the ice cream soda
Into a frosted glass
The busiest drink
Trying to devour
Its confines and escape
Burning and fizzing,
Jumping and whizzing
Down a (more…)
BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
CAN YOU WRITE YOUR MEMOIR IN SIX WORDS?
Beanery Writers Group Members
Compiled by Carolyn C. Holland, group facilitator
The Beanery Writers Group voted to have a “casual meeting” on April 17 (2009). The vote had been not to meet the week before, our regular meeting date, April 10, since it was Good Friday. Still, we had five members attend, and we met in the main room of the Coffee Bean Café in Latrobe, since there was a group of people in the back room and we didn’t want to kick them out (the Café had neglected to post our rescheduled meeting time, and we told the waitress we were OK, not to remove the other group). Aside from some background noise, all went well. It was nice to meet where there were windows.
As facilitator, the only preparation I made was to pull a pile of “stuff” from my file cabinet, briefly scan it, and stuff it into my laptop bag. A few of these items created short discussions, including (more…)
BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
A CRY FOR GOODNESS
Jane Lipsius Driver
If I could bend to Love,
Though now uncertain of my fate,
Eternally cursing my freedom,
Would you afterward not veil me in dishonor?
To stand in the brightness
And give evidence of your loving
This veil keeps beyond my reach
A reverence bestowed upon another.
My soul stands l (more…)
WE KNEW HIM
Kathleen
We knew Him
still we slew Him
the Messiah, (more…)
Della Spearman is a second year Divinity student at Mercer University McAfee School of Theology in Atlanta.
What is better than silver and gold?
A new house, car, or fancy restaurant…
Maybe a priceless delicacy or some fast food?
Not precious diamonds or oyster’s pearls.
What are you about to lose (more…)
Writers calls for submissions, competitions and events. April 7, 2009
APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
The challenge is out. Write a poem-a-day for the thirty days in April. Quite a challenge! An official competition can be found at this site: http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge+2009+Rules++Blahblahblah.aspx.
For those of us who do not want to participate in this competition, how about attempting a poem a day for April? Or, at least for as many days as you can. On May 1, E-mail beanerywriters@yahoo.com and let us know how many poems you actually wrote to celebrate National Poetry Month. Include some samples for publication in the Beanery Online Literary Magazine, www.beanerywriters.wordpress.com
CONTESTS, COMPETITIONS, CONFERENCES
The BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE seeks submissions in any genre. Send submissions to beanerywriters@yahoo.com with the word SUBMISSION in the subject line. Visit the magazine at www.beanerywriters.wordpress.com . Explore the archives in the folders on the left side of the site.
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PENNWRITERS’ PITTSBURGH EAST WRITER’S GROUP
“Research for Writers”
Saturday, April 11
10:00 a. m. to 12:00 noon
Monroeville Public Library’s downstairs Program Room
Free, open to the public
For further information click on: www.EllenSpain.com
To attend, RSVP to DuckIslandMaine@aol.com
Type your name and April 11th RSVP in the Subject line
Guest speaker: Mystery and Romance author Barbara Miller, (more…)
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Only The Eye Can See
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BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
ONLY THE EYE CAN SEE
Lauren Benish
April is coming to an end, taking Poetry Month with it. Today’s guest poet, Lauren, is a student at Burrell High School in Pennsylvania.
One day a little girl perched on her Pappy’s knee
He told her about his homeland, fields as far as the eye could see
When he finished and her eyes grew wide, he told her not to forget how beautiful life could be
With a small kiss on his cheek, she promised she’d always remember
And she never forgot
One day a heartbroken girl fell unto her Pappy’s knee
He told her about his homeland, death as far as (more…)