Beanery Online Literary Magazine

November 7, 2012

Chris Moore Interviewed Chuck Martin in Jones Mills (PA)




Sal and Chuck Martin often attend Mello Mike in Ligonier, Pennsylvania, where they enjoy meeting with friends, dining on Ligonier Tavern food, and listening to music and readings by local musicians and writers. Often, they themselves read work that they’ve written.

However, on November 13th they will not be attending Mello Mike. They will be sitting in the comfort of their living room, with neighbors Rock Foster and his wife, watching television.

And Chuck will be wondering who that “old guy” on the television is.


Truth be known? It’s Chuck Martin himself.

Recently Chris Moore, host of Ch. 13-WQED television show Black Horizons, drove from Pittsburg to the tiny community of Jones Mills on Route 31 just east of Route 711.

Chuck is a person of interest because of a series of photographs he took on April 4, 1968—-the day after Rev. Martin Luther King was assassinated.

At the time, many major cities were in flames and rioting was rampant, according to Chuck.

He felt compelled to (to continue reading click on Chris Moore Was in Jones Mills (PA) to Interview Chuck Martin )

October 31, 2012

At Sewickley Creek: a novel excerpt



An excerpt from WARPATH, a historical novel

Sal Martin

     In 1756 there was a meeting to discuss peace. One of the negotiators was from the eastern Turtle Clan Delaware named Teedyuscung. Teedyuscung wanted peace for his people and houses and teachers. The conferences at Easton eventually brought a lessening of the hostilities.

“The land is the cause of our Differences, that is, our being unhappily turned out of the land; … they do not act well nor do Indians justice …We on our parts gather up the leaves that have been sprinkled with blood, we gather up the blood, the bodies and the bones, but when we look round, we see no place where to put them.”

That spring, the Martin and Knox children and other white captives made another trip, of twenty some miles, down the Allegheny to Fort Duquesne, in canoes. There were about 200 prisoners at Fort Duquesne at that time. The French commander was offering a bounty for pioneer scalps. He had already paid for 500 scalps. A bounty for Indian scalps was also being paid in Williamsburg and Philadelphia.  That the Pennsylvania Council would do such a thing horrified the Quakers to the point that they withdrew from politics.  Franklin’s anti-Quaker group had won.

The French at Ft. Duquesne did not have enough food for all the mouths and sent the captives along, in canoes, down the Ohio. Martha and Jane Knox and Martha’s two little brothers were taken instead up the muddy Monongahela River to the clean, clear Youghiogheny River, and then on up to Sewickley Creek. They stashed the canoes and carried their precious possessions, blankets and winter clothing up to Captain Jacob’s Cabin.

It was spring and the children were enchanted with the glory of (more…)

October 17, 2012

The Power of Dust

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Diana Hunt

    Listen up!

Yoo-hoo, out there!

Turn off your stereos, televisions, vacuum cleaners, and any other magnetic dust attracting devices you may have on right now and read this for a moment. Take a breather, as they say.

Do you like to laugh? How about at something you take seriously when you find out that it isn’t as serious as you think?  You would be laughing at yourself then, wouldn’t you? Well, in this case, you would be laughing at most of the industrialized world.


I’ve always wondered why such tiny particles of next to nothing, accumulating out of seemingly nowhere and landing on everything, anger everyone in such little time. Is there no way to avoid the frustrating accumulation of dust? Maybe, if you cover everything.

The average American doesn’t like to hide from dust, or grime or dirt either. We are warriors and filth is THE ENEMY! Once upon a time, feather dusters and rags were enough to clean a home. Now there are special (more…)

January 31, 2012

A Haiku Poem: Jean Isobel Myers

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Jean Isobel Myers


Ahoy all writers

Let’s set sail, “swinging the lamps”

Steady as she goes…



A Beanery Writers Group Story in Photographs

Tamarindo: What is It?

Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Part 1—The Real Thing

December 30, 2011

Feeling Safe



Joe F. Stierheim

     Everybody—everything—in the universe wants to feel safe.

     It is a very simple matter, one that should be surprising to no one. Yet it is a concept that is often overlooked, misunderstood or misused. Often we find it amusing to not feel safe. For instance, we spend a great deal of time, effort and money in stories, movies or games that scare us. We call this entertainment. Volcanoes, tidal waves, civil unrest, wars, crime, hurricanes and chainsaws are all part of the scenarios. When the entertainment becomes real, we don’t like it and so we spend a great deal of time, effort and money to see that such things don’t happen or in hopes of escaping them.

     It is a fact that in our present society, very few of us feel safe. Endeavors to compensate for that take many forms. One of those is (more…)

December 14, 2011

Christmas: A Time for Furnace Fires




Fran Welts

Intro by Carolyn Cornell H olland

 The following post provides a warning to every family at the beginning of the cold winter weather and the start of the heating season.

It is also a warning to all who decorate their homes for the holidays.

It’s 4:30 a. m.

After just a brief night’s sleep your two youngest children ages one and two, waken you from a deep sleep. For no particular reason that you can discern.

You feel somewhat irritated—after all, it’s the Christmas season. The double holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas have overwhelmed you. Money is short. Time is tight. There’s a long task list.

Your feelings of resentment over losing your sleep escalate…your stress level rises as the youngsters show no signs of abating their activities.

They can sleep in once they return to bed. You can’t. You have to work.

What’s a parent to do?



     These might have been Nick’s thoughts when his two youngest children, ages one- and two-years-old, woke him in the wee hours of the morning. His wife and five-year-old son remained sleeping.

Perhaps to soothe his escalating irritation, Nick stepped outside his family home in a small Missouri town to smoke a cigarette in the wee hours of the December 6, 2011, morning.



The holidays bring out the best in most of us.

What wonderful social gatherings, food flavors we never before tried, people we meet for the first time, gifts we give, gifts we receive.  It’s a joyful time when you can almost believe in peace on earth.

But there is a downside, a downside that is often preventable but that sometimes just happens.

Fire.     Tree fires, house fires, kitchen fires.



     Suddenly there was an explosion. Nick ran into the house to find that the explosion had wakened his wife Kelsie.

What was that? she asked.

I don’t know but it shot out of the house! Nick responded.

Seeing smoke and flames coming from their back room, Nick and Kelsie grabbed the three boys and ran to their car. They made it in the nick of time.

If Nick was resentful and irritated that his two youngest children had awakened him in the middle of the night, the feeling soon disappeared. He began expressing gratitude about his early morning awakefulness and alertness.

It allowed him to save his family from a sudden fire.



Christmastime fires are almost always caused by forgetting to water the tree, by overloading a circuit with too many strings of lights, or by plugging the lights into faulty wiring, which can cause a quick fire.

     Christmastime is also the start of the cold weather that winter brings. House fires often start with a faulty furnace.

My family had a rude awakening of this fact when, at six o’clock in the morning on December 6th my nephews Missouri home exploded, blowing out all the windows. He grabbed two of his sons, his wife grabbed the baby and they ran outside just before two more explosions occurred. The explosions, resulting in a fire that reduced the family home to ashes, appeared to be caused by a leak in the furnace. It allowed gas to surround the furnace. When the furnace kicked on it exploded.

They lost everything, then again they lost nothing since their family is unhurt and “things” are replaceable, people are not.



“It sounded like someone had threw a grenade in the house, and it blew everything out the window and everything, and I went running back into the house, and the wife was already up off the couch like, what was that? I go, I don’t know but it shot out of the house!” Nick says.

Nick and Kelsie then saw the smoke and flames coming from the back room and got the three boys out and into the car with little time to spare.  “I didn’t even have time to go in and get my mom’s urn or nothing,” Nick says.  His mother died just four months ago.

“I’d say my mom was on our side by having our two kids be up, because I’m a hard sleeper, and if I got woke up by that, the reaction time would have been a lot slower than what it was,” Nick says.*



     They lost everything, then again they lost nothing. Their family is unhurt. “Things” are replaceable, people are not.


The family has received emergency assistance from local agencies

They had no insurance on the home.  If you’d like to make a donation, Nick King can be reached at (417)259-4716.

Their boys wear sizes 5T, 2T and 24 months.*



August 1, 2011

What Makes a Fighter?

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Fran Welts

     She was small, only five feet tall, but she was stronger than the eye beheld.

Debra Lee King (Himes)

     She  always the first one to jump in to the fight, always the first one to come home with skinned knees and a black eye. She defended anyone she thought was being picked on. 

     But sometimes the biggest battles do not come from the small schoolyard brawls we have growing up. Sometimes things hit us before know how to fight back.

     Diagnosed with a rare form of tongue and throat cancer three years ago, she immediately said I (more…)

July 27, 2011

A Barhop Who Lived in Lagrange

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G. David Schwartz

A barhop who lived in Lagrange

Decided that his life was quite strange

And sipping a beer

He said “It’s quite clear,

That no one looks forward to change”



A Beanery Writers Group Story in Photographs

Which Lou Loses?

Wait Until the Coffee’s Poured

July 23, 2011

The Bludgeoned Skull

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G. David Schwartz

The bludgeoned skull,

The face raped by torture

Which gleamed like dark roads

Against the window legend

Saw you jump and hurl

All objects at hand

Towards a (more…)

July 20, 2011

Mixed-Up Mergatroid



Norma Leary

     Because it was raining cats, bats, dogs, frogs, and unsung rug-bugs in Scootertoot Circle, Bow knew he couldn’t play outdoors this Saturday afternoon.

     As he was wondering what to do on this rainy day, his dog, Scuttlemutt, ran to the door and began barking.

     “Someone’s coming,” Bow thought. Although Scuttle refused to talk, get a job to earn his food, and spent most days sleeping or going in and out, he was great at announcing visitors.

     Sure enough, Bow heard ‘rat, tap, rap-a-tap-tap.’ “Knock, knock, who’s there?” he called.


     “Boo who?” asked Bow.

     “Quit crying and let your rocket-rider regal-alien come in. My waterproof skin is getting water spotted and might shrink,” was his answer.

     “Hi Mergatroid, what’s up?” asked Bow, opening the door.

     Mergatroid put on his pouter outer space face and said, “I used to be far, far up until our Starazoid King saucer-shipped me here to study and write about your Untied States history.”

      Needing to correct Merg’s state of mind, Bow said, “Cool it, Merg. We’re United, not (more…)

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