Mad Swirl Open Mic : 03.04.20

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 03.04.20
Join Mad Swirl Open Mic THE 1st Wednesday of March (aka 03.04.20) at 8:00 SHARP as we swirl it up one last time at Top Ten Records! (join us & be one of the first on your block to know about where our new mic home will be!) To kick things off, Swirve will start us off with[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.22.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.22.20
“Creative thinking inspires ideas. Ideas inspire change.” Barbara Januszkiewicz ••• The Mad Gallery ••• ”Victim” ~ Nawwar Morelli To see all of Nawwar’s mind bending works, as well as our other featured artists (47 in all!), visit Mad Swirl's Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we pined no more for mother, tree, or ocean floor;[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.15.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.15.20
“I think that art has the ability to capture people's imaginations and make them think that more is possible.” Shepard Fairey ••• The Mad Gallery ••• ”Snow” ~ Nawwar Morelli To see all of Nawwar’s mind bending works, as well as our other featured artists (47 in all!), visit Mad Swirl's Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad[read more]

I keep trying

I keep trying harder and harder
adding one wrong to another
piling mine over theirs
hoping that
come a day they might
add up to become a right

Recently Published

Before We Left

The sun rises craftily, as we drag that mattress
through the abandoned car park with the same
fragile film across our over-worked eyes. That
last sliver of[read more]

2 Haiku

In deep love, there is
A sad silence. My tear has
No sound. Where are you?

***

I can’t go with you.
Our bed sheet curves[read more]

Her starving face

Winter smell:
Freezing.
Asphalt echoes, on the road.
And I am begging beside:
The alms of life.

A battered soul,
Endangered to live.
And a beleaguered life,
Whose inward battle, looking for;
A[read more]

They've All Passed On

They've All Passed On

The Reedman house had been empty since the old man died. He and his wife June fell in love with it when it was part of Land Tract No. 19. He continued with his welding job, a strong man with a stubbly beard helping build ships at the Navy Yard. Then June starting coughing. The walls of their bungalow rang with her rhythmic coughs. Floyd would place his hand on her chest and press down. Each cough sounded like a bellows from a furnace. She was one of those women who didn’t[read more]
Night Call

Night Call

The phone rings incessantly on this seething August night. It is 3 A.M. but the night call does not disturb my sleep. You see, I suffer from insomnia, my air conditioner is broken, and on this oppressively hot night, I sweat profusely. “Hello,” I growl. “I need your help,” the eerie voice whispers. “Who are you?” “Don’t you know?” “No.” But the voice is curiously familiar. “What do you want?” “Meet me in front of the St. Mark’s Bookshop in the East Village in an hour.” “How will I know you?” “You’ll know me--the woman in a lilac[read more]
Summer Creatures

Summer Creatures

Jasper was cleaning out a smelly animal pen when he realized that he had a dopey crush on his boss’s daughter. Until this moment he had just assumed he hated Anna less than the girls he went to school with, but now he saw with disgust that he didn’t hate her at all. Her face was stuck in his mind like dried mud. Exiting the pen, Jasper opened the holding cage on the ground. Fireball, a slender red fox, came scampering out. She rotated her radar ears, scratched her neck[read more]