Micropoem: Some people live between weekends

first a bedtime, then a calendar - the quicksand of financial stability

Micropoem: to the homeless boy who I could've helped and didn't

you are more human than I am capable of right now

Micropoem: Every Morning I Go Out to the Trap

to grow my leaping and bounding family by leaps and bounds

Micropoem: The Indecision of a Beach-Bound EvaBear

your starfish toes want the sea, your inchworm fingers want the soil

Micropoem: To My Furry Son's Autonomous Hind Quarters

please reconsider your sovereignty, I don't want to strap a bucket to you

Micropoem: Kicking Exercises with Maddy at Her First Swimming Lesson

Let go of me, I won't let go of you

Micropoem: Bed Time Prayer with EvaBug

your prayer is an echo of mine, economized into polkadotted syllables that tickle a God's ear

Micropoem: to that springy-necked one-month-old nephew

You will be a wrestler, and I will call you "Bruno." Hold your head high, I say!

Micropoem: the ledge of my life path

if I even look down for a second...

Micropoem: to my room, upon returning home from the war

you're a monastery of my socks, an ark of my scent

Micropoem: to my son, leashed to me in the wild currents of the Clackamas

if you sink, I sink

Micropoem: 10 East to Phoenix

everything here clings low to the earth, as if gravity were seasonal

Micropoem: To the Nasal Polyps That Have Always Been There

if you persist in ruining my career, I will cut you out myself

Micropoem: The Dignity I Lost in a Basement in Allston

it all happened so fast - one minute my life's work, the next a 311 cover

Micropoem: To the Hard Drive that Holds My Last 2 Years of Data in Its Malfunctioning Clutches

You've reminded me that what's mine isn't mine

Micropoem: The Return of GPS

You finally found your way back to me without the aid of your beloved satellite

Micropoem: My First Meal on Foodstamps

A little dignity is no match for a free burrito

Micropoem: The Source of My Insomnia

every night is bundled in the bright yellow raincoat of your voice

Micropoem: Rose and Thistle and Both of You

Our high school stories are unblurable - centering, even

Micropoem: Coke Goggles and Peacocks

the well-tailored cholesterol thick in the blood of LA