Beanery Online Literary Magazine

December 26, 2012

The Music Box

BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

THE MUSIC BOX

 Jan McLaughlin

 

Step into a page in time of friendliness and grace

Escape the rush of the city, enjoy each friendly face.

The church bells’ hourly chimes, the sound of “Old Rugged Cross,”

Give the peaceful, calming feelings of life in a music box.

 

Time so long forgotten, of feeling so at ease

The smell of fall leaves in the air, wafting on the breeze.

The old time concerts in the park—listening to the past,

Wishing time would stand still, wishing this could last.

 

A music box always held small pieces of the past

The tinkling sound of a song, my memory holds fast

Again the church chimes sound, as the sun sets crimson red

Giving peaceful, calming feelings as the music box in my head.

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November 24, 2011

Wait Until the Coffee’s Poured

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WAIT UNTIL THE COFFEE’S POURED

Janice McLaughlin

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For holiday meals, the same rules apply

All families have them, there is good reason why.

Wash your hands before sitting, keep elbows off the table

Children should be seen not heard,

Don’t call your cousin a nerd.

Don’t complain because the kitchen swelters.

And whatever you do — don’t interrupt your elders.

No slurping, burping, or passing gas

If you need something, ask someone to pass.

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     It was Thanksgiving, I was about fourteen, and of course my two obnoxious (male) cousins were there, as well as three female cousins. It was the usual huge family celebration with both my Mother’s and Dad’s parents and siblings, and their husbands,   wives, and their children.

     A meal that took more than a day to prepare was usually over in about an hour.

     This time it was cut short. I didn’t ask someone to pass and I reached for the olives.

At the same moment that I reached, someone was pouring (boiling) coffee into a cup.

My arm (of course) was between the cup and the coffee—that’s why you always ask someone to pass.

     I guess I screamed, I really don’t remember that, or the rest of the day. I was wearing a wool sweater; someone pulled it off—along with most of the skin on my arm.  I guess my Dad and Mom took me to the hospital, and I had to spend several days there.

     I suppose the party went on without me, I’m sure the whole group didn’t go to the hospital. 

     I do remember weeks, or months, of returning to the hospital to have the dressing taken off, the burnt skin debraided, and a new dressing applied. I was in a lot of pain for a long time, but I was grafted and I don’t have much of a scar.

     Also, I do remember the smell of my burnt skin. People always say it’s an awful smell—maybe I was just hungry, but I thought it smelled pretty good. YUK!

February 23, 2011

A Day for Hugging

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A DAY FOR HUGGING

Jan McLaughlin

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There is no need to have a day

You hug your (more…)

February 2, 2011

Groundhog Day Haikus

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GROUNDHOG DAY HAIKUS

Jan McLaughlin

 

Punxsutawney Phil 

Punxsutawney Phil

Once again sees his shadow

Winter, (more…)

December 20, 2010

Prohibited Visit to Santa’s Shrine

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PROHIBITED VISIT TO SANTA’S SHRINE

Janice McLaughlin

 

This piece was a response to the following weekly prompt e-mailed to Beanery Writers Group members and friends:

 

Pretend that you wake up Christmas morning to learn that your family went on a trip to the North Pole to visit Santa, and forgot you. How would you feel? What you would do while you were left home alone.

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First they flew for hours on end–with all of that they did contend

In addition they had to rent a jeep, then wade through snow cold and deep.

Imagine their surprise — when before their eyes

the big (more…)

November 23, 2010

Wait Until the Coffee’s Poured

BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

WAIT UNTIL THE COFFEE’S POURED

Janice McLaughlin

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For holiday meals, the same rules apply

All families have them, there is good reason why.

Wash your hands before sitting, keep elbows off the table

Children should be seen not heard,

Don’t call your cousin a nerd.

Don’t complain because the kitchen swelters.

And whatever you do — don’t interrupt your elders.

No slurping, burping, or passing gas

If you need something, ask someone to pass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

     It was Thanksgiving, I was about fourteen. Of course my two obnoxious (male) cousins were there, as well as three female cousins. It was the usual huge family celebration with both my Mother’s and Dad’s parents and siblings, and their husbands, wives, and their children.

     A meal that took more than a day to prepare was usually over in about an hour. This time it was cut short.

     I didn’t ask someone to pass the olives. I reached for them. At that moment someone was (more…)

October 22, 2010

Chosen from the Pumpkin Patch

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CHOSEN FROM THE PUMPKIN PATCH

Jan McLaughlin

     Here I am laying and sunning myself in the garden, snuggling with my siblings. Sometimes it rains on me (us), that feels good too.

     OH NO, what’s happening? Why is that guy chopping me from my vine? He’s doing it to all of us. OH NO, now I’m for sale.

     Oh good, a little girl bought me and is hugging me. We’re going for a ride in the car. I wonder what will happen next?

     OW! Her dad is cutting off the top of my head. OW-OW-OW. Now he is scooping out my (more…)