Tuesday, September 22, 2015

HIGH PLAINS FANDANGO: Paperback Edition of Red Shuttleworth's play




High Plains Fandango

a play by

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth's hoof-to-the-teeth High Plains Fandango, a play about the coming scarcity of water and the potential privatization of the Ogallala Aquifer below the High Plains, is now a paperback book, published by Humanitas Media Publishing, and is available from Amazon.

Clayton Howe (as O'Garr) and Tony Taylor (as Ken Adams)
in Red Shuttleworth's High Plains Fandango


Described as a tragi-comedy by Dr. Jerry L. Crawford, Dean Emeritus of The College of Fellows of the American Theatre at The Kennedy Center, predicated by water scarcity being the world's must critical future security issue, High Plains Fandango depicts the inhabitants of one small western Nebraska town's Faustian bargain amidst the impending business interests of attempting water privatization of the Ogallala Aquifer.

Red Shuttleworth

Red Shuttleworth, named by True West magazine "Best Living Western Poet" in 2007, is a three-time winner of the Spur Award from Western Writers of America.  His plays have been presented widely in both professional and academic venues, including at The Foothill Theatre (CA), Spirit of the Horse Theatre (MN), Sundance Playwright Lab, The Sun Valley Festival of New Western Drama, and the Tony Award-winning Utah Shakespearean Festival.

Claire Elise Walton (as DQ) and Andrew Albigese (as Moss)
in the SUNY-Fredonia production of High Plains Fandango

The State University of New York at Fredonia presented the premiere production of High Plains Fandango on Friday, February 24, 2012.  It was directed by Tom Louglin.

Jessica Drew-Cates (as Aquinas)
in the SUNY-Fredonia production of High Plains Fandango


Prior to its premiere at SUNY-Fredonia, Red Shuttleworth's High Plains Fandango received development and a reading from the Echo Theater Company of Los Angeles, directed by Ethan Phillips.

Ethan Phillips and Red Shuttleworth
during the development of High Plains Fandango
by the Echo Theater Company of Los Angeles
(Burbank, California, March 2011)

Friday, September 18, 2015

CAMPSITES OF GHOSTS: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook




Campsites of Ghosts

poems

Red Shuttleworth


From the middle weeks of the Summer 2015 fire season in central Washington State, five Red Shuttleworth poems are presented in Campsites of Ghosts, a limited edition Bunchgrass Press chapbook.

The poems featured in this chapbook are:

Crescent of Blood Where We Expect the Moon

Canal Road Southeast of Adrian,
Washington... Four Miles at Sunset

Smoke Shadows at Eye Level

Unfinished Works at Smoke/Haze Sunset

and

Campsites of Ghosts


Red Shuttleworth

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Change of Weather Night



Change of Weather Night

Shimmering emulation of life...
a couple million light years away.

Here it's erosive cell phones...
absence of bison-dream recall.

You coyote-stare at a slice
of a pulse-dead purple star.

You hanker for rabbit
stroganoff from an iron skillet.

The sky swirls black...
flowing ghost robes.







FINAL LIGHT OF DAY, A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook




Final Light of Day

poems by

Red Shuttleworth


East Low Canal Road, Southeast of Adrian, Washington
(a Red Shuttleworth photograph)

Final Light of Day, a limited edition Red Shuttleworth chapbook published by Bunchgrass Press, presents five poems:

Clapboard Day

First Cold Front of Summer

The Least Bit

Final Light of Day

and

Wildfire Smoke/Haze... Sky Smudges

Evening, Wildfire Smoke/Haze, Columbia Basin, Washington, Summer 2015
(a Red Shuttleworth photograph)

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Midnight Gape






Midnight Gape

I


Legacy... leathery chestnut eyes

amid flickering candles....

You come to mind:
shaggy-feathered owl.

A generality of heydays
bleeds to a monochromatic blood-pool.

II

It's so easy to quote the sixties

from the pallor of Vogue girls...

(Idealized love poems
are for stucco hearts.)

throwback rock babes
explicit with whipped cream eggs.



Midnight Gape is included in Red Shuttleworth's collection of poems from the summer 2015 fire season in Washington State, Woe to the Land Shadowing (Humanitas Media Publishing, 2015), available on Amazon:






Thursday, September 10, 2015

Rattlesnake Sunfall



Rattlesnake Sunfall

Mysterious... savage...
jiggle-buttons...

wide-jaw...
glisten of setting
sun.. fangs...

float-'n-folkloric...
snap.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Tall Corn, Blue Roses, Rusted Kids' Swing



Tall Corn, Blue Roses, Rusted Kids' Swing

Orange harvest-month candle
in a store window... a screw-up
former bank clerk selling bike chains,
used motel soap bars, old screen doors:
you drive through town, at the limit.

A box of black & white negatives,
loose postcards from Copenhagen,
North Platte, an Elko whorehouse,
dusty-drops from a closet shelf.

Strangers with slices of blood-cake...
Against sleep, you begin to write
a snakebite, no anti-venom available,
one-act play: it's someone's birthday.
A shortage of prom queen pedestals....

You daydream yourself an airport
beside a leafy river... locust thorn trees.
You stroll a farm sale: old implements,
bulge-eyed children hacking thistle....










Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Mirror-Distorted Pastoral Dream



Mirror-Distorted Pastoral Dream

Phone rings... dice shake in a plastic cup:
you learn there's yellow-gold sky over Vegas.
Crushed cigarette packs, forced smiles,
grimy used-before wedding rice:
the lonesome of memory-left-behind.

You listen, drawn-in: someone's else's stroke,
someone else's dialysis, a friend too rickety
to shuffle across a living room without falling.

Now you grip a fistful of volcanic ash
from three-inches below surface soil.
Now your blood is sober... no conclusion.

Phone is silent.  Your knee-high,
mule-eared Tony Lama boots scuff hardwood.
The window is open to drought-tough sagebrush
to coyote scream, to blacktop a mile or two
closer to some ditch wreck... to Nevada.




Monday, September 7, 2015

Gravel over Rock



Gravel over Rock

Deadbone humor... broke-mirror ghosts...
black sunshine on the moon,
concussions... hemorrhages ahead...
if cheap-luck doesn't change.

Almost night... goddess-headed
sagebrush comes alive with rising coyotes.

You are kicked over sober
these months... manic note taker,
mailer of crumple-corner postcards.

Shot glass of bourbon skipped,
you thin-slice a banana... top it
with midnight's whipped cream.
Seventy, you claim you're youngish?




Sunday, September 6, 2015

Hundreds of Miles Between




Hundreds of Miles Between

Pamphlet-speak: grassland-ruined-to-sagebrush.
You're driving... loose, a silhouette of youth.
A singer on CD boasts bar fight... lost love.

               ~

Deep blue sky over cast iron clouds.
Ages of anxiety... ages of aggression: no rain.
Another coyote September, non-Alpha pups
sent loping off, no-pack nomads... hungry.

               ~

Wind-blown splinter off an old corral board,
you're safe from bank vault gloss... employment.
You're on-the-scout for a whiskey-'n-rainwater.

               ~

Black-'n-starry cosmos, click-'n-ping satellites...
memory of cowtown gospel-pink topless angels.
Twenty-four years past broke-crystal-ball Vegas...
you night drive... shard-glass steering wheel.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Ephemeral Sky... Evening



Ephemeral Sky... Evening

Miles north of the last patchy lawn
of a shrub steppe town, a hapless
flock of chalk-yellow birds....

Gentle early September wind
and you suffer a stainless steel
daydream as you bridge-rattle
across an irrigation canal.

Wood power poles stride
toward the fiery north...
pop of arthritic spines.

In the southbound lane,
store-fresh, bakery-wrapped,
hotdog buns on blacktop...
not quite road kill... not yet.