Wednesday, July 29, 2015

ST. REGIS, MONTANA, BLUES: A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook




St. Regis, Montana, Blues

a one-poem chapbook

Red Shuttleworth


Red Shuttleworth's July 2011 poem, St. Regis, Montana, Blues, with its concluding stanza revisited and revised, is available, for a short time, as a limited edition Bunchgrass Press chapbook.

The original version of the poem will continue to be available on this blog.

St. Regis, Montana


St. Regis, Montana, Blues is dedicated to Nuno Santos, Portuguese man-of-letters who has traveled the American West extensively, taking photographs and writing essays.

There are two different covers for this chapbook, one green and one tan.

Red Shuttleworth



Sunday, July 26, 2015

RESIN-BLUE EVENING SKY... SUMMER: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook




Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer

a one-poem chapbook by

Red Shuttleworth


With a first appearance on the blog Poet Red Shuttleworth, a five-part poem (under the influence of Samuel Beckett's pair of Eneug poems), Red Shuttleworth's Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer is presented in a limited edition chapbook from Bunchgrass Press.


Red Shuttleworth
(North of Mountain Home, Idaho, summer of 1999)

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 5



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 5

Innocent silver light of distant stars...
thousands of miles between phone calls.

Making love on a soft-textured sofa,
she says, You'd look great with a glass eye.

Moon-humbled, we become husks.

You fumble a loose-string Dungiven guitar.

Cold showers for whiskey-twang songs.

Hosing-down, flattening gopher mounds,
you come awake on sweat-drenched sheets.

No one turns back, not slow dancing
on eggshells, not with a mouthful of ashes.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 4



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 4

A fake diamond necklace becomes mice
circling a bowl of wax bananas and apples.

You're a time gap.... diffuse light
from an altar of clear gold glass.

Or you are absence... rockabilly
Cadillac parked in an Astroturf living room.

Now it's hazy evening, scent of wildfire smoke:
a dusty saloon wall moose head... a July barn owl.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 3



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 3

The neighbor boy smiles,
Goats get hungry 'nuff,
they eat sagebrush.

Yellow lines on asphalt... telephone poles,
last autumn's crumbled leaves 'n car seat blood.

The way the sun slow-falls into desert hills
the color of paint-worn... cracked
black rubber 1950's teeth.


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

BOREAL BONE: A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook




Boreal Bone

Seven New Poems

by

Red Shuttleworth


Boreal Bone, a Red Shuttleworth seven-poem chapbook published in a limited (50 copies) edition by Bunchgrass Press, presents the following poems:

Planted Ground

The Future Seemed Chandelier-Spectacular

Before the Hand of

Bramble-Night

Boreal Bone

The Core of Our Moon is Iron

Collapse of Stacked-up Details


Red Shuttleworth



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 2



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 2

Legends of weed-root tea...
faint brown ink lines of deer on parchment:
daydreams and chocolate-dipped strawberries

up Provo Canyon... far-off Sundance.

Memory arrives melancholy-purple
like a dreary rainy day Irish confessional...
wood rot... the scalded high voice of a priest.

Here... a cooler evening... desert,
irrigation of non-native pines...
a mud-colored bull snake...
soft west wind, taste of grass fire

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 1



Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 1

Crossing overhead toward Idaho...
plaster-white skeletons,
see-through skulls.

Curate days
with a dry grass calendar.

Calligraphic shadows:
ecstasies for ghost coyotes to run through.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Tahoma Literary Review: A New Ciara Shuttleworth Long Poem



The Tahoma Literary Review (summer 2015 issue) presents a new long poem by Ciara Shuttleworth, Upstairs, My Daughter Draws Jesus.

The Tahoma Literary Review is published and edited by Kelly Davio.

Ciara Shuttleworth was a 2014 Jerome Foundation Fellow and was the Jack Kerouac Project of Orlando's 51st Writer-in-Residence at Kerouac House (spring 2015).  Her poems have been published in numerous journals and anthologies, including Alaska Quarterly Review, The New Yorker, The Norton Introduction to Literature (11e), Ploughshares, and The Southern Review.  Shuttleworth received an MFA in Poetry Writing from the University of Idaho, a BFA in Painting/Drawing from San Francisco Art Institute, and a BA in Studio Art from Gustavus Adolphus College.  Her website is: www.ciarashuttleworth.com



 Ciara Shuttleworth on the back steps 
of Kerouac House, Orlando, Florida, spring 2015
(photo by Drew Perlmutter)

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Collapse of Stacked-Up Details



Collapse of Stacked-Up Details

You dream rattlers...
drinking caffeine-rich soda pop
from your dog's stainless steel supper bowl.

Dry grass... wildfire-weeks...
you quick-buy a nebulizer.

The Wolfhound wants to sit
for a strip of  old-style photo booth portraits...
wants you to plunk the last car-change
quarters into some chewing-gummed slot.

A best friend drops into a diabetic blackout
while driving home with Chinese take-out,
crashes into a parked dildo-Lexus... totals it.
Not much later comes the small stroke...
loss of vision in the left eye...
the one that best saw a ninety-plus
baseball coming 60-feet from the bump.

Blue haze... mourning doves
forever in nonlinear time and space...
wildfire smoke and bird-screech.

Age seventy's residue....
You're just another dust devil.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Core of Our Moon is Iron



The Core of Our Moon is Iron

Miles traveled are points in the game of mistakes.
The sun rises bronzy... soon turns brimstone-yellow.

The little faces the sky makes jiggle and jump...
and it's a joke for some dry-humor god.

And within recall:
the rumble of fractured bottom ground,
rock climbing rock to new elevation.

Lily skin, lavender shawl, tight greenish jeans,
Go... we should go somewhere.  She also said,

Nobody really feeds the heart-sprawled...
certainly not little banjo players.  On the corners.

You sit, flask of bourbon-water: the sun thrill-rises sulfuric
through basalt dust and grass-fire, sagebrush smoke.



Saturday, July 11, 2015

Boreal Bone



Boreal Bone

Cold-drip night: a crazy deer bursts
from dark-ice with a lucky charms necklace.

You never did figure out how to turn on
the hydrant of change... time just a nudge off.

Bargain Sundays, crippled feedlot cattle
better off with a bullet, angel kisses in the rain.

Then there's town: goof music from boombox
cars with homemade spoilers screwed to trunks.

You blow the plastic predator whistle: rabbit
scream, rain, vomit, rain, dream sermons...

and years pass and you can't get over anything.
You paint and bubble wrap it, send it to strangers.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Bramble-Night

Neolithic Limestone Mask... 9,000 Years old... Judean Desert Hills
(Elie Posner Photograph, Israel Museum Jerusalem)


Bramble-Night

It is said by the more frank
craftsmen of a certain passion,
Death masks are self-creations.

Transcontinental phone calls, midnight pleading,
drives to and from Las Vegas... diamond-shaped
sugar crystal tears of lovers drunk on boutique bottles,
cheapest tequila... samplers for the manic.

You're swimming a murky green pool--
moonless night-- at an abandoned limestone quarry.

Or night falls from Wyoming iron clouds,
comes down as horseshoes...
and you lean back in a greasy plastic booth
in Little America... wait for scrambled eggs...
and you feel safe from yourself... for a while.


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Before the Hand of



Before the Hand of

Spilled beer and Jesus-platitudes,
road-twisted cheap-brass rodeo trophy buckle....
And the pickup rattles... fencing tools and crushed beer cans.

Red wildfire-sun,
three roadside crosses in one downhill mile,
illegal burn barrel with a smokin' garden hose....

It's a drought-year nothin'.
Just sit sullen on a padded oak rockin' chair...
fire a nickel-plated seven-inch Colt revolver,
all the .45 rounds you can afford, into a neighbor's
center pivot section of gene-combo corn.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

JACK'S PORCH, A Bunchgrass Press Chapbook Anthology





Jack's Porch

A Chapbook Anthology in Celebration of the Writing Life,  the Kerouac Project of Orlando,  and Kerouac House

The Poets of Jack's Porch:

Caitlin Doyle

Danielle Kessinger

John King

Ilyse Kusnetz

Susan Lilley

Cate McGowan

Summer Rodman
& Gypsy

Ciara Shuttleworth

Brian Turner


Jack's Porch is published in a small (150 copies) edition by Bunchgrass Press.  Copies are only available from one of the participating poets.