Sunday, March 30, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 18


Spring Chronograph: 18

Beyond miles of powder-green sagebrush,
dust white distant foothills... like winter-kill
horses at bitter water lakes.  No good version
of early spring comes to mind: on the other side
of the Cascades, the dead swim a mud-slide river.

Friday, March 28, 2014

TORNADO WATCH: 9 EARLY POEMS, A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook



Tornado Watch

9 Early Poems

Red Shuttleworth


Tornado Watch presents nine Red Shuttleworth poems published between 1970 and 1980:

Wee Joe's Theory
Buffaloes
A House with Carved and Painted Shutters
Sometimes I Am Lucky
The Boxer on Canvas
The Bullpen Catcher Considers His Condition
Tornado Watch
The Small Rustle
Black Cinders


The poems in Tornado Watch first appeared, decades ago, in the Chicago Tribune Magazine (Marcia Lee Masters, poetry editor), Poetry Now (E.V. Griffith, editor), Road Apple Review (Doug Flaherty, editor), Snapdragon (Ron McFarland, editor), Southwest Review (Margaret Hartley, editor), The Texas Review (Paul Ruffin, editor), and The White Elephant.

Published in a limited edition by Bunchgrass Press, Red Shuttleworth's Tornado Watch is out of print.






Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 16



Spring Chronograph: 16

Austere beauty of a late March cow lot,
sagebrush against warped fence boards,
half a decade abandoned: late afternoon
pewter-blue clouds roll for Coeur d'Alene.
Fence post hawk: maybe some god's eye.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 15



Spring Chronograph: 15

Almost April... not a leaf on any
old volunteered-up next to a rock pile
scraggly poplar.  Not yet.  So much
wears life-repressed yellow and brown.
Green?  A bit from late March goat head.
  

Saturday, March 22, 2014

ENVOY: A Chapbook Poetry Anthology




Envoy

a chapbook poetry anthology featuring:


Tom Clark




Dave Kelly




Red Shuttleworth




Envoy is published in a limited (44 copies) edition by Bunchgrass Press.  To acquire a copy of Envoy, correspond with one of the three included poets.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 14



Spring Chronograph: 14

That early burst of seasonal enthusiasm,
dream-sparkly as broken beer bottle glass...
scab rock and green of non-native evergreens:
you dream a blackboard, quatrains of Yeats.
A shower-cloud renders judgement on your face.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Under a Darkened Sky



Under a Darkened Sky
after Sean O'Casey's Drums Under the Windows

Whiskey night... descending angel in a wolf skin cloak,
Good God, man: spectral March 17th shadows...
Padraic Pearse, face sidelong, hums a Rosmuc tune,
GB Shaw on his bum, cackles at a leather breviary,
James Connolly, strapped to a chair, bleeds-out.

Rain and wet-brow nods on Grafton Street:
Behan drunk in a trillion photographs at McDaid's.
At Gardiner Place, Cathal Goulding rasps,
Have you been reading your Karl Marx?
Rathfarnham: dusk... high grass... momentary lovers
hand-in-hand... at Pearse's Hermitage for a window peek.

March 17th... hardly a day for the Virgin-Born.
Chill winds....  Books, theatre against shame
and dank Dublin nights: bewildering for O'Casey
to march, for a hundred Easters, wisps of night,
green uniform, behind Connolly's waddle,
behind Pearse, I bring not peace but a sword.





Cathal Goulding (Dublin 1969)
1923-1998
Chief of Staff, Irish Republican Army, 1962-1972

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 12



Spring Chronograph: 12

Unpretentious cataract. The moon appears...
reappears through sculptor-ghost clouds.
Closing time for saloons in this time zone.
Your shadow pauses, a woodcut on scab rock.
The moon, wink of arctic-blue: a stumbler's charm.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 10



Spring Chronograph: 10

March turns into a tapestry of hogs,
not Gaelic saints, only a half-week
before Saint Patrick's Day: early green
is cheatgrass and thistle-shoot, not clover.
Early green is a weedy Ponzi scheme.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Anthemy



Anthemy

Hold on tight: blood-internal jogs
its ebony-death circuit.. and the mouth
gives unexpected glimpse of new-hatched
curse and decay.  And goodnight, folks.

So little locks together in deep water.
We ask for rigorous radar eyeballing.
We ask for elsewhere and for coincidence.
Think of a napkin kept aloft by a breeze.

Profusion-liliaceous upon deep water.
Purple-backdrop prayer... suspended
breath-and-choke: the ghost-plane.
Sequencing of dark depth is grief-impossible.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 8



Spring Chronograph: 8

Late afternoon sunshine...
shadows across volcanic rock-scab:
old muscles loosen, allow a moment's
jog alongside the Wolfhound puppy.
The sky is chipped-enamel blue.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 7



Spring Chronograph: 7

Washed-out blueberry clouds,
a couple of fence posts rubbed-raw
by cattle, honeymoon-beige tufts
of desert-winter grass: no one
raises the ante... not for your sake.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 6



Spring Chronograph: 6

Beat-up basalt pillars and light drizzle:
commonplace exhibition of dated divinity....
Decades at breakneck speed for an inner life.
Now your dreams roll out in whiskey barrels,
knock-about skits, every nap a somersault.

PAMPHLET (THREE POEMS): A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook



Pamphlet

Three Poems

Red Shuttleworth


Pamphlet, a Red Shuttleworth chapbook published by Bunchgrass Press in a limited edition, features two significantly revised poems from 2011 (Red-Eye Flight and Tattered Edge of Town), plus a new poem (A Shrub... a Shelter Tree).



Columbia Basin, Washington
(between Moses Lake and Ephrata-Soap Lake)


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 4



Spring Chronograph: 4

Heroic with spring rain for mountains
over a hundred miles east, blue clouds
wind-whisper at last year's steppe grass,
at sagebrush ridges.  No fancy Canon,
no Kalashnikov, you hike a forgotten flank.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Winter Recessional


Winter Recessional

The ground remains too frozen to dig deep for reason.
There is spotlighting from passing pick-ups...
deer entrails in roadside ditches.

Enormous old, rusted-out combines:
clouds billow eastward... much larger than Walmart cows.

Is it enough to use knowledge for momentary relief
from domestic complications?  Prescription drugs...
side effects: grey skin, blue skin, blotchy lips,
water retention, pimples, boils, loss of humor, stroke.

What we know is largely the result of apologies:
gold-bill magpies sweep down to clean up yesterday...
homemade spaghetti on death-yellow backyard grass.






Monday, March 3, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 1



Spring Chronograph: 1

Aged bellboy-winter leaves a last
snow clump, dim-sunlight hours pass,
a hound's leap... and it is Spring...
bright greens and blues... as if cut
from stained glass: you want to soar.

Last Night of Winter



Last Night of Winter

Wet snow... an icy steppe:
coyotes with luggage,
welterweights in a different life,
bob-'n-shuffle between tight-
pastured edgy horses.




Saturday, March 1, 2014

Crimean Saturday



Crimean Saturday

Aluminum-eyed soldiers
in opera-green outfits
hop out of big-tire trucks.
The sky curves and shakes.
Even the archival is provisional.
The better neighborhoods are littered
with pork-scented Ukrainian flags.
It is a Crimean Saturday:
Stalin's cackling-drunk ghost
pours Georgian blood-wine,
toasts the forever-exile of Tatars.
Itchy narrow-ribbed dogs
wait for stale, tobacco-dough,
Russian biscuit crumbs...
chance a bullet to a floppy ear.