Tag Archives: Ronald E. Shields

In a mansion the woman with heart-shaped lips scales the long stairs her intention intact only to fall asleep in a warm shaft of light. In the mines a boy inhales red dust in his father’s wake. Dark shafts, with … Continue reading →

I could be thinking of dying among shards of sweetgrass tall enough to swallow the sky. Instead I spend my days in the ragged scruff lining the streets where lienholders come to check locks and fix loose nails. The young … Continue reading →