Good morning. Despite this ridiculous neck, I feel strong today. Lately, I've been swiftly turning "former rabbit holes of dark moods" into positivity and strength, a new ability. I used to barrel downward all day, if I became hooked on something...take on others' emotions or actions, and the like and sometimes, I'd go there for weeks. Now, I'm able to turn it around soon. It's a lovely feeling to be letting go of the old me. I'm sure I'll write more on it later, but I need some time to adjust to all of this newness creeping in. It's a powerful feeling of individuality and letting go. For sure, it'll change my writing too. Here's a rather powerful poem for you. C.A. MacConnell
The Country Club
Their world rages pink,
like a chapped lip,
like a strange,
split sunset
on the mouth
of a private plane.
Some smoke cigars
in the basement.
Leather lazy boys.
Nothing but time
and sheep.
Today’s party
is in the main room,
down the hall,
the side table beneath
the exclusive painting.
A golf course view
of buttons and zippers.
Windbreakers.
For the children,
somewhere near
the all-you-can-eat
buffet, they'll bring in
five or twenty
live bunnies.
C.A. MacConnell
