Thursday, April 27, 2017

PERSONAE, A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook


Four Monologues in Free Verse for Theatre

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth's Personae, published in a limited edition by Bunchgrass Press, presents four brief monologues in free verse:

The God Mercury

Valentinia II

Arthur Schnitzler

Max Frisch

Playwright and poet, Red Shuttleworth's latest play, a dark comedy of the contemporary American West, Tumbledown, received an elaborate staged reading (directed by Rick Williamson) on March 16, 2017 at Saddleback College in Mission Viejo, California.

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth's Woe to the Land Shadowing (Blue Horse Press) won the 2016 Western Heritage Wrangler Award for Outstanding Poetry Book.  Shuttleworth is a three-time winner of Western Writers of America's Spur Award for Poetry.  In 2007 True West magazine named Shuttleworth "Best Living Western Poet."

The latest Red Shuttleworth book-length collection of poems is Straight Ahead (Blue Horse Press).  It is available on Amazon.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 6

Dust Storm, Nye County, Nevada, March 1940
(Photo by Arthur Rothstein)

Notebook Crackles: 6

So many caught under the moon's heel...
cans of condensed milk, 1950's 
voices of creek stone for memory,
easy-crack old hips 'n ribs....

For company, the rustle of moonlight vines
outside a small fallen-to-ruin brick hotel.
The hands and feet tingle,
the mirror has grown a white-bristled face,
and for thirst there's a stainless steel
pail half full of cloudy lavatory sink-water.

For sleep: a bygone cowboy's
ripped quilt, blood-spotted single bed.
For dreams: the sorry-soil farms
where parents shallow-buried firstborn.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 5

Notebook Crackles: 5

It's a roadside flood-lake 
above an ulcerated coulees village...
Easter basket and candies 
likely tossed from a car window.

It is spring : stout gleam
in the eye of an Angus bull.

It's a wine-blue sky...
sunset coming....

A line of ancient
fallen gray cedar fence posts,
wire-broke or loose beyond purpose.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 4

Notebook Crackles: 4

Havre Best Western: slightly parted lips,
gaudy-gold strapless dress, a fifty-or-so brunette
lurches in heels, glitters across the motel lobby.
Fragrance of abandoned straw bale gardening.

Evening check-in: free cookie, digital room clock,
Chinese take-out down the street, anti-inflammatory
meds for the stove-ups,  cheap pillow-top mints....
Aging sky... a grumblin' thunderstorm outside.  

Motel bar: a gaggle of fly-specked
commercial realtors, lip-biters in golfer pastels, 
cell phones 'n chuckles, peel bottle labels,
stare at a Braves-on-mute TV game.

Tongue-stud barmaid scans you, Nice better-days
snap shirt, cowboy.  She pours a free whiskey ditch,
says she made a wood table from three farmyard gates.
says, Eyes the road, not them small roadside crosses.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 3

Notebook Crackles: 3

A bullet-pocked 1916 farmhouse
framed by warped-boards...
slow coulee miles from sweet care.

Past where a back door
once swung loose on leather hinges
for neighbors... for a scones 'n coffee welcome,
dead batteries... old tires...
echo of ghost-knuckles tapping
on half a maple breakfast table.

Wild ponies gone...
roping gloves pitched downhill... 
buckskin memory-particles.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 2

Notebook Crackles: 2

Burning barrel night fire
a mile or two south...
a breakfast leftovers smell.

Love is more than longing
or turned corners.

The clock declares:
there's an inky rift in the cosmos.

A ghost Hound leaves a message on your phone:
Where I river-crossed, bucktoothed angels
are handing out store bought cookies.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 1

Notebook Crackles: 1

Ratshot, .22 or .357, fired from six yards....
No rattler penetration from a wide pellet pattern.

Town lights south of the freeway, a sand-yellow sky,
go-for-broke flapjacks with butter, a side of sliced orange.

Desperate freestyle swimming... at five miles an hour
in your own pulmonary artery, you are faint... unclear.