Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Red Cloud, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

Red Cloud, Nebraska, in Collective Memory
(A crayon sketch by Red Shuttleworth)



Red Cloud, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

Late summer sun, digital cameras south
of town... the muddy Republican River
drought-shallow, kids with cheap beer.

Holy buffalo ground is cobble-covered
with red brick buildings.  Pawnee ghosts
ride moonless nights with lance and bow.

Today chubby librarians of the Willa
Cather persuasion are salad-making
in the park, blinky in rose-tinted glasses.

You are hauling through in a station
wagon: girlfriend, four children, a hound,
water pistols firing out the windows.

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Dungiven, County Derry, Ireland, in Collective Memory

Dungiven, County Derry, Ireland, in Collective Memory
(A crayon sketch by Red Shuttleworth)


Dungiven, County Derry, Ireland, in Collective Memory

A few gulps of Power's in McReynolds'
to finish out a night of song and Guinness,
Finvola, Gem of the Roe and Ten and Nine.

O'Cahan forever sleeps in his priory.
Dungiven is so Sunday-morning-quiet
you can hear a priest sip sunrise wine.

The one you love listens to Bob Dylan
as she reads Padraig Pearse orations.
Love will become tears... departure-haze.

She wraps seed-'n-nut brown bread
in wax paper, asks you to wait a day...
to eat it on a Dublin train of no return.







Sunday, October 19, 2014

Elko, Nevada, in Collective Memory

Elko, Nevada, in Collective Memory
(A crayon sketch by Red Shuttleworth)


Elko, Nevada, in Collective Memory

Teachers, preachers, futurists , UFO spotters
find themselves lip-synching cowboy songs
in the Thunderbird Motel parking lot.

You've been to the Western Folklife Center,
Capriola's, and Mona's Ranch for T-shirts.
You're daydreaming buckaroo recitation.

Pizza deliverymen, sappy-go-lucky 
Jungian shrinks, road-lost landscape artists:
a phone call home to say, It's complicated.

You stare-down the under-ten-bucks meatloaf
at Stockman's cafe.  It red-eye stares back.
It's hangover-noggin... ten in the morning.








Saturday, October 18, 2014

FLIGHT STATUS: A One-Poem Red Shuttleworth Chapbook





Flight Status

one poem

Red Shuttleworth




Flight Status, a one-poem Red Shuttleworth chapbook published in a limited edition by Bunchgrass Press, was written in 2012 and, when presented on Red's blog, was entitled Insist on Genuine Parts.  The poem has recently undergone a substantial revision.

The blue 65-pound generic-brand cover stock for this chapbook magically attracts and absorbs fingerprints.  Apologies!

To request a copy of Flight Status, correspond with Red Shuttleworth.


 Red Shuttleworth

Friday, October 17, 2014

BOUQUET: A Chapbook Poetry Anthology




Bouquet

a chapbook poetry anthology featuring:


James Bertolino


Dave Kelly
(Galveston, Texas, March 19, 1977)


Red Shuttleworth


Eamonn Wall


The cover photo, Dixon, Montana, Bar, is by Nuno Santos:

Nuno Santos
(Columbia Basin, Washington, September 2014)


Bouquet is published in a limited (44 copies) edition by Bunchgrass Press.

To request a copy of Bouquet, correspond with one of the included poets.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Norfolk, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

Norfolk, Nebraska, in Collective Memory
(Crayon sketch by Red Shuttleworth)



Norfolk, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

It's Nor'fork to those born... raised
to rodeo for the big-arena junior college...
North Fork of the Elkhorn River.

Leisure Lodge... motel winter of January '83
you ate hot plate tamales... canned carrots,
guzzled Miller quarts from Budget Bottle.

They hadn't yet named that icy town-stretch
Johnny Carson Boulevard.  Cattle trucks
jackknifed... schoolmarms drove sidewalks.

Next winter it stayed below zero for weeks.
Lar Holland, dead now, bought next-whiskies.
Ford pick-up transmission went bad-clunk.








Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Omaha, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

Omaha, Nebraska, in Collective Memory
(A crayon sketch by Red Shuttleworth)


Omaha, Nebraska, in Collective Memory

The old stockyard corrals: splinters,
mint-flavored toothpicks, saloon sawdust.
Johnny Ringo passed through pensive-crazy.

I passed as well, once hilarious in a black
hillbilly rhinestone tuxedo jacket:
daft-'n-drunk on fantasies of poetry money.

Omaha opportunity: you could go into Bishop's 
Business Equipment, buy a reconditioned Hermes
3000 Typewriter, poems embedded, fifty bucks.

You could drive west on Dodge, find a way
to Wahoo, further west and south to Fairbury.
You could cuss-vow to stay pistol-steel young.