Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Solitudes: 14



Solitudes: 14

Hopping bunnies on an elegant
crushed walnuts and dark chocolate
raspberry ripple birthday cakes.
You're brick-load-heavy at bakeries.
Ghost colonies of night change nothing.

WHAT CAN WE MAKE OF THIS?: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook




What Can We Make of This?

four poems

Red Shuttleworth



What Can We Make of This? is a four-poem Red Shuttleworth chapbook issued in a limited edition on fine paper by Bunchgrass Press.  The table of contents:

Revelations Saturday

As Months Merge

What Can We Make of This?

Shrub Desert.... Individuality



Red Shuttleworth
(March 24, 2015, photo by Kate Shuttleworth)






Monday, March 23, 2015

Solitudes: 13



Solitudes: 13

The night before oral surgery,
you watch a movie: pizza-stained
bath towels in an old man's kitchen,
a hooker with a heart of fiberglass,
a JFK poster peels off a roachy wall.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Solitudes: 12



Solitudes: 12

Walking... you recollect the heaviness
of a bamboo baseball bat... one dry swing.
Each juncture... decade-creaks-into-decade.
You open a Copenhagen can: a Kennedy
half-dollar, rust-dry flecks of tobacco.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Solitudes: 11



Solitudes: 11

Tangled cosmos... complexity...
questions to puzzle a hound with
as you pour two cups of kibble.
Night draws back its velvet curtain.
You audition... jagged-flight buzzard.

Solitudes: 10



Solitudes: 10

First morning of spring and no peach-glow
dawn light.  Four a.m.  Torment yip-barks
as coyotes lope past night-black momma cows.
Sacramental darkness, half-remembered friends
dead for years, wind-rattle of chicken-wire....

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Solitudes: 9



Solitudes: 9

Discounted brand new white Camaro...
a sense of well-being in the showroom
as the mask-like sky outside brightens.
You reckon the cost of Roy Rogers
custom-Fauvist, red yoked snap shirts.