Archive for October, 2013

Mason Jars by Arlin Buyert

Posted in Arlin Buyert with tags on October 8, 2013 by Scot

Sometime in May,
when frost had been warmed,
King and Kernel pulled the disc, again and again,
over our half-acre garden plot
pitched between our farm house and the orchard.

Wood stakes, sledged down by Dad,
harnessed by taut twine that shadowed
straight rows thirty-six inches apart
planted with beets, carrots, sweet corn, green beans
and tomatoes imprisoned in tall hog-wire cages.

Later in August,
apples falling, tomatoes red,
corn tassels dusting down the silk,
beets and carrots toiling in the soil with purpose,
all direct Mom to boil five-hundred quart jars
in preparation for the holy ritual of harvest.

Beets and their dirt partners are boiled,
sliced and carefully spooned through a funnel
perched atop an eager jar. We listened
to their popping lids into the moonlight
as the jars awaited their return to our earthen cellar
where they rested on wood shelves until suppertime
come winter.

Dispersed by Matt Sradeja

Posted in Matt Sradeja with tags on October 8, 2013 by Scot

Ain’t that the truth
I would say that
Damn near everything
That can be dispersed
Has been spread thin
As thin as the single ply toilet paper
At just about every rest stop
Between here and east Jesus
For Christ sake
And paper
Ain’t the half of it
Shit, shit is what we pass
Through the system
And call it money
We bleed money
We do
You can call it
Commerce or capitalism
Call it rainbow bright
If that is what gets you through the night
Dispersed is what you get
When the union and the company
Can’t get a decent contract together
And the pain is felt on the factory floor
I’d say the shit has been dispersed
Pretty damned well enough
When the chairman of the union committee
Packs up his tools in the night and walks away
There must be something dragging him away
From his union brothers
Lord knows what it could be