Beanery Online Literary Magazine

December 5, 2010

Times: They are A-Changing

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TIMES: They are A-Changing

Bob Sanzi

     Were you born before 1960? 

     If so, you would be one of those kids whose parents told their children what to do and when to do it. There was direction in your life then. It was a much easier world to understand. Things just seemed simpler. 

     Isn’t everything more complicated now? Nothing we do is simple anymore. Do you think the world is all out of whack?  How many times in a day do you find yourself thinking “Huh?”

     For example: Did you buy a box of frozen green beans only to find that when you opened it the beans were lumped in a plastic bag with a chunk of something yellow?  When you dug the empty box out of the kitchen trash did you discover specific instructions on what to do with the bagged beans? Did it involve a microwave? 

     See what I mean?

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     When I was in high school I learned how to type. Leaning how to drive a typewriter was supposed to help you when you went to College. So I was instructed to learn to type because I would be going to college.

     When is the last time you saw a typewriter? Here’s an interesting exercise: try to explain a typewriter to (more…)

December 23, 2009

Do You Hear What I Hear?

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DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?

An Irritating Christmas Carol

Melanie Stefanic

 

     Every year when I hear a certain Christmas song I cringe at one phrase. 

     “Here it comes,” I think when I hear the carol Do You Hear What I Hear:

               Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
               Do you know what I know
               In your palace wall mighty king
               Do you know what I know
               A child, a child
               Shivers in the cold
               Let us bring him silver and gold
               Let us bring him silver and gold

     The irritating phrase, repeated (more…)

August 20, 2009

Dropping the Stick

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DROPPING THE STICK

Joe F. Stierheim
   

      What causes a shift in one’s life, a shift of awareness, a new level of knowing? Is it dramatic, profound, intense and of great significance, or is it sometimes something that is simple and relatively insignificant?
        “I wrote a poem—a haiku,” Tim Krupar, a friend of mine, said. He was obviously very proud of it. “Want to hear it?” he asked. I nodded and he recited:

“By dropping the stick

the carrot is abandoned.

The race is over.”

     My ears immediately perked up. I knew that the poem had a particular significance (more…)

October 9, 2008

PHOTODOCTOR: WHO IS THE PERSON BEHIND THE NAME?

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PHOTODOCTOR: WHO IS THE PERSON BEHIND THE NAME?

Photodoctor’s Bio

Bio: Photodoctor
Home: Wherever I hang my hat!
Born: 12/07/1955

     I have always been able to see as well or better than others. This is a strange remark, from someone who sees the world through coke-bottled glasses, but for some reason, God gave me the ability to see.
     I originally thought He gave me the ability to see when I excelled as a preschool marksman. I could see well enough to snap a swinging cord at 25 yards, with a 22 rifle. This ability followed me though my teen years as I dropped many a deer or clover leafed a target at hundreds of yards. But that isn’t why God made me see.
     I thought He gave me the ability to see when I (more…)

August 1, 2008

BROKEN CIRCLE

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BROKEN CIRCLE

—written by Barb

 

     The sun shone brightly on this mid-September day, although the gentle breeze had to it a hint of fall. The blue sky was unbroken by clouds. The mountainsides were just starting to don their fall apparel of crimson and of gold.

 

     Thirty-one year old Rachel Graybill sat on a bench, deep in the woods on the grounds of the Somerset (Pennsylvania) Historical Society. The society’s annual Mountain Craft Days arts and crafts festival was in full swing. Rachel munched on a homemade maple sundae as the river of show patrons ebbed and flowed around her.

 

     Rachel loved coming here. She enjoyed dressing (more…)

July 19, 2008

THE KING AND THE ANGEL

—written by Joe F. Stierheim

“I must say, you certainly did give me a start.”

“Yes, Sire, I understand and I apologize. And, please, you must not blame your people. They are diligent in guarding you and after all … well, I am (more…)

May 27, 2008

YARD SALES UNSETTLE ME

—written by Norma Leary

Yard sales unsettle me. An overabundance of wares, many unopened with the original price showing, screams of the vender’s unwise spending since the stuff wasn’t used.

Along with the sellers trying to get nickels for what should be given away to the needy, are the buyers (more…)

May 3, 2008

THE TIME IS NOW…

At one of the initial meetings of the Beanery Writers Group, the prompt “THE TIME IS NOW,” was used. Below are the results from that exercise.

Pat wrote: The time is now to start writing. With that first burst of cool air, my energy returns in full. No excuses. Clean out those files. Discard useless clutter. Organize those delicate clips in a scrapbook. Start rewriting and sending out to different magazines. No more diversions–coffee breaks, pencil sharpening, petting the cat, scrubbing the floor. Sit in that chair and write, now!

Regina wrote: Hello. I needed a few moments to catch my muse and I thought this prompt (more…)