AMULET, A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook... The Complete Poem

Amulet

a one-poem chapbook by

Red Shuttleworth

Recently presented in sections on facebook, the poem Amulet, by Red Shuttleworth, is now issued in a limited edition chapbook by Bunchgrass Press.

Red Shuttleworth

Amulet: 14

Amulet: 14

The fence is torn down, but a cattle gate remains:
true-life Old West fireflies outside a railroad bar.
Pioneer monuments, burlap sack frontier beauties,
antique shop postcards: in time you'll slip away silent...
clean... squared-up in a Wrangler coffin shirt and jeans.

Amulet: 12

Amulet: 12

Today's clouds cobble-up a storm for mountains
beyond Spokane.  Another old wisdom tooth gone...
shattered on a dentist's glossy tray, your jaw swells
to meet darkness.  You drive with brights, honk
at apricot-brown heifers... moonlight-dumb on gravel.

TRAIL, A Chapbook Anthology from Bunchgrass Press

Trail

A Chapbook Anthology

Trail presents new writing from:

Chris Danowski

Dave Kelly

Terry Kinney

Adrian C. Louis

Red Shuttleworth

Trail is published in a limited edition (63 copies) by Bunchgrass Press and is only available from one of the contributing writers.

NAMPA LIGHTS, A Three-Poem Red Shuttleworth Chapbook

Nampa Lights

3 Poems

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth's 125th poetry chapbook, Nampa Lights, is from Bunchgrass Press in a limited edition.

The three poems in Nampa Lights are from 2012:

Brushed... Blistered Dry

The Garden of Pint Bottles

and

What Harmonies, Indeed?

Red Shuttleworth (2012)

Sunday Desert Approach

Sunday Desert Approach

Forget economy-of-time:
last night's wistful
dream-swatches...
lapis lazuli velvet.

You want to imagine
purple heather.
Sagebrush drops
pale shade
too morning-cool
for rattlers.

Oh... the showmanship of hawks.

The Future Seemed Chandelier-Spectacular

The Future Seemed Chandelier-Spectacular

Morning comes at you
like a sloganeering nun
in a Clint Eastwood movie...
desert radio jangle,
some furniture festival in town.
You carry all the ephemera
of seventy years...
smeared postcard postscripts.

Pockmarked moon through squinty eyes,
Peaches-the-Wolfhound wants to know:
when does she get the lapis-blue
birthday present leather collar?

On a grand scale of gnarled apple tree
to gloss-marble of gunfighter boot hill,
the flake-decay centerpiece would be
a Bat Masterson toupee up for auction.

Planted Ground

Planted Ground

Grotesque turn of tractor
and a leg is gone:
someone else's fact.
Wool clouds... a radio song
featuring high platform heels,
love gone to muscatel-sobs.
For you it's morning...
dryland wheat fields
at every blacktop
curve-'n-swerve...
graveyard rows.