The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.12.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.12.17
"Great art is the expression of a solution of the conflict between the demands of the world without and that within." ~ Edith Hamilton ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Bowie” (above) by featured artist Shelly Denning. To see more of Shelly’s mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.05.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.05.17
"Art is what you can get away with." ~ Andy Warhol ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Dude” (above) by featured artist Shelly Denning. Our newest featured visual artist, Shelly Denning, isn’t new to the Swirl at all. It’s just been awhile since she’s been around. But back she is & we’re very happy that she is! Shelly brings[read more]

New Featured Artist: Shelly Denning

New Featured Artist: Shelly Denning
The Dude - Shelly Denning Our newest featured visual artist, Shelly Denning, isn’t new to the Swirl at all. It’s just been awhile since she’s been around. But back she is & we’re very happy that she is! Shelly brings realistic works of icons just about anyone would recognize. The details Denning captures are impressive, to[read more]

OUR BEAR AND OUR WOLF

Our bear and child of bear
Waking us
A fourth time
I woke up and got out of the stained sheets, mattress
Soft and bitter, rind of memory
Exposed
From here to where there was water

Our wolf knew all the things we thought
Not to talk about that day
Eye here and here
With us waking, naked and wondering
Where we left
Everything we knew we knew last night
Or two nights ago or whenever
It was, we decided to cut through the night
Lights lingering in a timeless white lie

Believing over and over
Yesterday–Last year
That one night in January 2013
That spring when I could do anything I wanted and not die
Like those dreams we both had
To lie about to remember
Differently

Like those concrete cows under the tree, empty
Trinity River basin in the dry winter heat
Of Dallas’s concrete asshole still steaming
From last summer and last year and that one time
Electricity sprang from the cables above us and Saunter, black
Angel, in a dark dark moment
We collided with
Each other and all
The things and things and things
That came after the sparks
All ours to destroy
Ourselves with, together as we remembered
Each other for the first time again
And again and again
We ran like the children of bears and of old wolves

Recently Published

Young

No time and no order and no body and no eyes
With which to understand the self, perfect
Psychopaths, forgiven because we were closest
To God, we did[read more]

Choose your name

Wash your lime, peel yourself
Be blue gem,
Never be in hot pursuit
O blunt! Lopsided smile
Your spirit has muster for yourself
So……
Make a[read more]

½ Truth

Hey –

(a hand on my shoulder)

Hey –
It’s going to be a short while longer
The machine takes several minutes to warm up

(the modem blinks a red[read more]

Boomerang

Boomerang

She sat like a statue on a charpoy, staring vacuously in the space. A plate with lentil curry and bread was lying beside her but she seemed to have no appetite. She was a middle-aged woman with attractive features but a forlorn look on her swarthy face, her hair unkempt and dusty. She has not changed clothes for five days. Abruptly she took a piece of bread, dipped in the curry and put forth as if giving to a ghost. She uttered benignly, “Eat, you must be hungry. See I have[read more]
Jack’s Cow

Jack’s Cow

Jack and his mother were so poor they had only a cow. When the cow stopped giving milk, his mother told Jack to sell the cow. You knew that. What about the rest of the story? What about the old man with the beans? Why trade magic beans for a cow? The old man was a secret wizard and was dying. He wanted that cow for his granddaughter. He housed the cow in the guest bedroom and called the girl to his bedside, “I will die tonight. Listen to the cow[read more]
Charcoal Gray - and other passages from The Autobiography of a Granada Cat – As told to Harley White

Charcoal Gray - and other passages from The Autobiography of a Granada Cat – As told to Harley White

photo "Charcoal Gray" (above) by Kirk W. Wangensteen Mark Twain asserted unequivocally, “If a man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve the man but deteriorate the cat.”—no comment from me. And there’s another by him, which expresses sentiments my lady embraced: “A home without a cat, and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat, may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove its title?” Mark Twain also liked to use us as a point of comparison, as in his somewhat puzzling passage, in which nine[read more]