Sunday, May 21, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 16





Notebook Crackles: 16

At dawn a smudge-gray sky...
bent and bending... tall yellow grass.
The rise-up from thin mattress
over criss-crossed rope difficult
for those with trick spines.

Residua of a furry-tongued town
surrounded by vast bone-tree plains:
piles of laundry scattered by wind,
small brown bottles left in trail ditches,
empty half-barns, canvas-on-pole habitations
for red-eyed hard luck sod-'n-bible solitaries.

The sky pours.  Writhe-smile mourners,
the emaciated living...  great coats and slickers...
a funeral in rain and wind.  The Caddy hearse
brought in from North Platte... stuck in mud.
The priest's black hat is blown to another county.

Later, on some jeweled Sunday after church,
in an early evening Walmart parking lot shadow,
ghost-horsemen, creak of saddle... distant
thunder like an angry god's stutter-mumble.


Thursday, May 18, 2017

SUNDOWN: A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook





Sundown

Seven Prose Poems

Red Shuttleworth



Red Shuttleworth's Sundown, a chapbook published by Bunchgrass Press in a limited edition, presents the following prose poems:

Hawk Season Notebook #78

Hawk Season Notebook #243

August Morning

Still In-Progress

Early Stumbles

Conked with a Fence Wire Stretcher

Trail Ride



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 recipient of Western Writers of America's Spur Award for Poetry.  In 2007 True West magazine named Shuttleworth "Best Living Western Poet."



Red Shuttleworth



Red Shuttleworth's latest book-length poetry collection is Straight Ahead (Blue Horse Press).  It is available on Amazon.


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 15




Notebook Crackles: 15

Fried sausage, cheddar over a fried egg,
side of sliced tomato for supper,
magnifying glass over fading scars....

One daughter remembers paint-chipped blue
blue aluminum lawn chairs at a dog-gnawed
kitchen table, seat and back cushions missing.


Outside... gray-sky... two dust-white horses
under a scarred poplar, backs to a strong wind.
Another spatter of rain on an iris garden.

Another daughter remembers small, bloody
November piles of skinned cottontails... squirrels.
Horse 'n big hound that'd stand under gunfire.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

BLOODSTREAM: A Bunchgrass Press Chapbook Anthology





Bloodstream

A Bunchgrass Press Poetry Anthology


Tobi Alfier


Jonathan Chant


Rex Rodenbaugh


Red Shuttleworth



Bloodstream is published in a limited edition by Bunchgrass Press.  Copies are briefly available from participating poets.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 14




Notebook Crackles: 14

Sunset... graveyard road west
out of Stratford toward Pinto Ridge:
grazing goats, weathered boots
upside down on cedar fence posts,
a restless dun horse screams,
Torn wish... blood money,
echo-twist of sparkling barb wire.

Notebook Crackles: 13




Notebook Crackles: 13

Noon nap... a toss-'n-turn dream:
a leopardess-woman sits the red-plush lobby
of a downtown Tonopah hotel,
Daylight demotes lovers.

                    ~

Stone-gray clouds, emerald fields
of timothy and alfalfa.  Such radiance!

                    ~

Spring surprise on a gravel
irrigation district road:
some farmer tractor-dragged a dead
or dying cow to a winter-dry ditch... left it
to transmogrify to a complete, intact,
reasonably still attached,
bird-pecked cow skeleton.
Curiously... no coyote-spread of bones.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 12




Notebook Crackles: 12

Grapefruit in a glass jar, ice on the left knee,
milk over almond granola, an obituary-gray sky
outside: don't make a break-heart promise.

Memory: a one-candle Irish bedroom
in Donegal, a valley in gold morning light...
scent of fried bread and eggs in a bed & breakfast.

The Rainbow Goddess, two-thousand years old,
is sleeping off urban drugs, conked-out
in the cold, greasy bottom of a farmyard burn barrel.

Against a moment of hollow,
recent death of a friend to kick off the month,
there is your youngest daughter's iris garden...

laid-out... planted twenty years ago:
luminous purples and whites....
poplar shade and specters at-frolic.