Crowds.

A short Adventure Story for the young and the young at heart.

This is a formal experiment that is currently a work in progress. I have set each of the stanzas up as individual metaphysical rooms. I can and will continue this for a long "sequence" of poems, though "sequence" is a strong word in light of the arbitrary arrangement of the "rooms". I hope you enjoy this and I am absolutely open to ideas for room topics. The word "stanza" means "room" in Italian.

The second poem in my 100 poems in 100 days set. The theme was write about a place you love. I picked the Discovery room at Holiday Inn Capitol, where ADAPT often meets.

The internal struggle of a mind in flux.

There is a blue room.

Conversation walks the hallways of our past.

I had trouble sleeping when I went to bed and this helped me fall asleep much quicker.

A very existential essay on dark rooms.

A memoir from my days of singalitic bliss. So I took the full .003 seconds needed to consider my rational well-considered response, and replied in the affirmative. I figured, as you can imagine, that the same integrity she exhibited before with her previous host would now be extended to me, since I was the host this time. Happy days are here again….