The Sugar Mule magazine published a couple of my poems.
Thought I’d add these to my blog.
Progression Sunlight, clouded by dark sunglasses, pours over the green grass and dipping hillsides where cattle wade in muddy waters, old barns crumble and barbed wire fences line dirt roads. It shrinks, the pasture where brush is plowed under. Bulldozers level the meadows, planting rows of gas lines, ruts of electricity and paths of concrete where no cows are tethered or horses wander free. Majestic oak trees give way to Bartlett pears, swing sets and rose gardens. The remaining Angus gather together in clumps on the far side of the openness watching the building, the coming of civilization, while herds of Palominos, near extinct beasts replaced by bicycles, watch the creeping face of progression. Uncertain Future Stand next to the tall man in the gray tweed suit listen to the sound of the train its feet bellows on through the earth's deep soil and shakes the windowpane in the small-town church striking fear in the hide of the mongrel under the porch of Aunt Bee's bakery while Main Street's culinary surprises bounce on the counter like a life led on the train trekking back and forth between town and city unsure of where it's going.