my poem, Tripping, is in the Winter Issue of the Bond Street Review. Here is the poem:

Tripping

Three stringed guitar
and a cowboy hat for change,
you made your way
up and down

the New England coast
singing for sustenance.
You coulda been
a fine baritone.

had you not liked
the high life more.
Striding the sun-tinged
clouds at the white

water’s edge—
no one
walked with you,
fearing the things

you saw when the tide
came in might
swallow
them whole.