And here’s Dr. Mootha ransacking my ballsack, rummaging in the cheap drawstring, this flimsy coin purse, the gross but cozy home of the family jewels. Today we break the chain, my lackluster bloodline. He numbs the skin, he punctures, goes digging for a tube. He hooks it out by its neck like a master of crochet. Twice he does this. …
Old Door, New Latch
On an old door bearing hard down through the coiled years pulls a hard weight on its black strings. Now the thoughts cross from the old hinge to a new latch and the mad brain makes a slight shift and the lost mom with her low lies and her tales told and her back stab and her fake front with …
For Whom The Sound Rings
regatta race a marathon before the day joining +++cheerleaders +++in team colours the international champs fists bumping in the air the drumbeats +++supporters +++at the finish line wind in whorls forming halo of coloured cheer tipping over +++triumphant +++winners splash +++the Sarawak River lights above the rowboat of the firewood +++in the distance +++Mount Santubong camp site an overnight pitch …
A Roman banquet
Over 200 ravenous workers devour their lunch in the huge site canteen that looks over the tower of London and H.M.S Belfast. Bowels of steaming mashed potatoes, slabs of smoked cold sausage, Romanian tripe soup, Albanian black pudding, spicy Ethiopian curry, huge Gherkins, Shiny smoked river fish, loaves of poppy seeded bread, melted cheese and ham panini, BLT, tuna mayo, …
Absconding
We can only be what we give ourselves the power to be. Just being yourself in life can be rebellion enough. Surviving daily storms we exist and thrive. In the deep cave. We abscond. – Ken Allan Dronsfield
Some Mad Grats from our Mad Staff
It’s not so much what we have, it’s our freedom to have it that inspires us. We here at Mad Swirl receive great art, words, and verse which we, in turn, get to share with all of you, all around the world, every day. That makes us grateful and we choose this day to say, “Thanks!” mh clay, Poetry Editor …
Symbols
Secrets symbols on the ground of pagans light of faith in the dark of dead time.