The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.26.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.26.17
"If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved." ~ Gregory Corso ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Same Lost Wind Reflected in Every Dream Mirror” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more of Bill’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.19.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.19.17
"All art is a confession." ~ Gaston Lachaise ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Uncontrollable Laughter of Moonlight Dancing Through the Graveyard” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more of Bill’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.12.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 03.12.17
"The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles." ~ Jack Kerouac ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Wander’s Eyes Bleeding Neon” (above) by featured[read more]

My Child

My child was there before
Now there’s empty space
The air still forever more
Clock hands laying waste

Passersby violate without cause
The space once occupied
Not one of them has even paused
Not one of them has cried

My child was there before
Right in that very place
The world content to ignore
The flooded canyons of my face

– Christopher Minton

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