Saturday, May 31, 2014

CHAPBOOK #84: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Collection

Chapbook #84

Four Poems from 2011

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth's limited edition (22 signed copies on archive-
quality paper) Chapbook #84 carries four poems from the summer of 2011:

Butterflies and Blood
Will Rope for Food
A Toast to Raggedy-Ass Eternity
Crumble-Down Places of the Heart

Wolfie Shuttleworth and Red Shuttleworth

Good poets are like prizefighters...
they do roadwork.
~Wolfie Shuttleworth

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Suisun Valley Review (2014 issue) Presents a Ciara Shuttleworth Poem

Suisun Valley Review
Issue #31  / Spring 2014

The 2014 edition of Suisun Valley Review, published by the English Department at Solano Community College in Fairfield, California, features a large section on poet Gary Thompson, a number of excellent poems and stories, and a new poem from Ciara Shuttleworth.

Suisun Valley Review was founded in 1981 by the distinguished poet Quinton Duval.

Ciara Shuttleworth's poems have appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Los Angeles Review, The New Yorker, Southern Review, and other journals, and in several anthologies.  She lives in New York City.

   Quinton Duval and Ciara Shuttleworth
(May 2008)

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

DECADES LATER: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook

Decades Later


Red Shuttleworth

Decades Later, a limited (two-dozen signed copies) edition Red Shuttleworth chapbook from Bunchgrass Press, includes the following poems:
Stunt Water
Decades Later
Parked Invisible
Comet Shower

Red Shuttleworth, 1976

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Comet Shower

Comet Shower

     ...the hundreds of headstones sighing and gleaming like bones...

      Samuel Beckett
      Echo's Bones

Oil-black night, inner ear of a week-dead deer carcass...
and everyone wants their work on display.

Neanderthal-dumb, you stare up and up-further
into something like distant black construction paper.

Flesh-rot and flesh-melt...
no matter how many escalators are invented.

If not for the young Wolfhound, you would feel alone,
no more than a scrap of wig on a bald rock.

No media-predicted flash... no pin of light
rushing godward with cosmic wind-clatter-'n-scream.

Peaches Shuttleworth
Irish Wolfhound (at 10-months-old) and Young Poet

Saturday, May 17, 2014

SUMMER CHRONOGRAPH: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook

Summer Chronograph


Red Shuttleworth

Over ninety chronograph poems were written by Red Shuttleworth during the summer of 2013.  This chapbook contains twenty-five of those poems (selected by Portuguese man-of-letters Nuno Santos and Red's daughter, Ciara Shuttleworth).

Red Shuttleworth in his studio (May 2014).

Red Shuttleworth's Summer Chronograph was published in a limited edition by Bunchgrass Press in late May, 2014.

Strangle-poor in 1925 with a hopeless copper mine near Vidal, California, Wyatt Earp stared off into the Mojave Desert one late summer evening, and growl-groaned, Fiasco dream....

Wyatt Earp at the Colorado River, 1925.
(Arizona State Historical Society, Tucson)


Wednesday, May 14, 2014



Cast-off stone...
transformational light:
teal-'n-blood sage.

Pottery stone.
Small god-fragment.
Oddball of heaven.

Cratered nostalgia-mood.

of coyote-land!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 39

Spring Chronograph: 39

Not one May angel, rebuked or beloved,
dangles from your sagebrush desert sky.
No jet plane: a delphinium-azure silence.
A thousand rocky feet above sea level,
The Old West is murdered-out in blue.

Monday, May 12, 2014



Summer-island town:
silky sunburns, white-is-black
ensembles, sidewalks cracked
by weight-gain movie extras.

Wavelength, world tour,
dummies in Warhol-pastels...

for the last available
foiled Polaroid film.

Commissioned and departed...
goddamn well cookie-crumbled....

     - To the Memory
       of Anna Napoli's friend,
       David Bourdon

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Parked Invisible

Parked Invisible

The passing of time as muscle:
one bullet or two....

as far
as you get?

An actual (empty) challenge:
bunch grass vs. push mower.

Or at-hazard walkways
in Ukraine...

tulip beds...
arterial blood.

Saturday, May 10, 2014



Today's perfection: a slash of magenta sunset-sky.
Casual conclusions even in blue-chip medicine...
Lodine to mask symptoms... and the moon,
milky eyeball of an old rot-tout museum docent,
watches you flesh-out beginning days of old age.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 36

Spring Chronograph: 36

Absence of trauma, stolen days in May...
a flash-white iris, ghosts out of eye-shot,
green-with-hope wide-stem bunch grass.
Unshaven, raggedy as a stained-glass saint,
you stub-toe, curse behind a laughing hound.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Decades Later

Decades Later

Fragile-as-wax... purple mountains.
We stood on grassy foreground,
April-drizzled, wet as Ballybeg sheep.
The real change, she said, is when
we learn to toy with each other.
For years I thought Dylan sang that.

Leading authorities on landscape
offer x-rays of decalcified bone:
black and white runs contrary
to children playing with clay.