Debris
Yeah, it’s less than you think, what you see. It is nothing more than the debris we bring, like the …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
The Great Plains
“Nature includes too much and art can’t include enough.” The gold that shines off prairie grass as the sun …
Speeding Through the Rez 1963
The sun beats down on tin roofs, a burning fist from God – the One who made the cactus flower …
Whiskey and Cigarettes at the End
Winter drizzle, a hill cemetery, open, naked but for the stumps of stone arranged in neat precise lines, or laid …
Examination
Hands out at my sides brushing the soft tips of prairie grass, a solitary examination. Raising my arms to the …
Jade and Filigree
The trees are there in the dark. They tease and deceive me. Weaving their jaded filigree against the night sky. …
We Know How Much A Man Contains*
Seeds and miracles A mechanical spirit The Father, The Mother, Sons of steel, Daughters of the revolution The will to …
Elements of Age
I find scaffolds and pillars crumbling into haphazard walls. I find the elements of myself separated by desire, forming moats …
House on Fire
There is a life I never lived, stopped short dazed on the roadside, stunted by smoke and ash, waiting to …
Connective Tissue
Along the West Wind Drift whatever versions of reality exist might be frozen on the ice sheets, seconds, hours, months…eons. …
Poetry on the run 