The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.23.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.23.16
"Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind." ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Arriving Unseen Inside Light” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more of Bill's mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our mad Gallery at! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic: 10.05.16

Mad Swirl Open Mic: 10.05.16
Join Mad Swirl & Swirve this 1st Wednesday of October (aka 10.05.16) at 8:00 SHARP as we continue to swirl up our mic madness at our NEW mad mic-ness home, Dallas’ badass City Tavern! This month we will be featurin' loco local singer/songwriter Jake Kinnard! Come on out, one & all. Get a heapin' helpin' of musical[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.17.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.17.16
"I only give expression to the instincts from my soul." ~ M. F. Husain ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Relentless Resonance of Her Nakedness” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more of Bill's mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our mad Gallery at! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in[read more]

A Nuclear Childhood

What if your parents
had never met
had never married

had never yelled
at each other
and instead had wed

someone they loved
and lived peacefully
all those years.

That would have been
their Eden but you
shaking there now

decades later
wouldn’t be with us
cursing the tremors

of a nuclear childhood
you still remember
long after they’re dead.

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Now he’s gone and I find myself
strangely drawn
to the most important woman in my brother’s life –
statuesque, dark eyes, olive skin, perfect hair –
as if[read more]

My Forte

My forte has never been chemistry
especially in matters of the brain
that delicate science eludes me
but give me a knife and I’m a pro
a butcher in[read more]

never been kissed

i’ve never been kissed
i’m 12 years old and i’ve never been kissed
so i find myself a boy, an older boy, a high school boy
he’s[read more]

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

“Did you come?” She was quiet, laying there on her back, her eyes closed. I guessed she did. She acted that way. I was just asking. She didn’t answer. I felt stupid asking a second time, but did anyway. “Did you come?” I asked. “Yes! Yes!” she said in an exasperated tone. “I did.” “Sorry,” I said. “Don’t be sorry. And don’t ask! God!” “I thought you did. I just wasn’t sure.” “Why do you have to ask? I could tell you came. So did the people upstairs. So did everyone in Borneo.” “Sorry,” I repeated. “Stop saying you’re[read more]
The Wall

The Wall

Once upon a once upon a time time time I gave up on my life—that is I gave up all the things that make life worth living. Like hoping, wanting, wishing—in fact I gave up as many feelings as I could get rid of. Strange how that works. You decide—only semi-awarely—to stop feeling pain. You put up a wall—invisible, impenetrable—surrounding you. Seems reasonable enough. If the wall is thick enough, no one can hurt you, disappoint you, reject you. Right? But the wall takes over—develops a life of its own. What you don’t realize— what I[read more]
Earth Angel

Earth Angel

Soon after it happened, police cars swarmed in, followed by a fire truck and an ambulance. She watched them all evening from her second floor window that looked out over the parking lot, red and blue and green lights swirling through the darkness like kaleidoscopic searchlights. Around midnight, upset and nervous, she went to bed, wondering if she should check out and disappear, wondering when the knock at the door would come, if she didn’t; wondering why emergency vehicles never seemed to turn off their motors. The next morning, first thing,[read more]