Mad Swirl Open Mic : 09.07.16

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 09.07.16
Join Mad Swirl & Swirve this 1st Wednesday of September (aka 09.07.16) 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' on of our loco locals & a true mad sista to all of us Mad Ones,[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.27.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.27.16
"Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race." ~ Johann Georg Hamann ••• The Mad Gallery ••• (click here to to hear the accompanying track to this piece) “Surveillance” (above) by featured artist Suza Kanon. To see more of Suza's mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our mad Gallery at MadSwirl.com! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.20.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.20.16
"Thus, the poet's word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men…" ~ Salvatore Quasimodo ••• The Mad Gallery ••• (click here to to hear the accompanying track to this piece) “Houdini” (above) by featured artist Suza Kanon. To see more of Suza's mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our mad Gallery[read more]

MARIE

She was a nature lover
who never thought me green-blooded enough,
who figured my pale skin
should be more the color of dirt.
I remembered she was Marie
but the names of trees eluded me.
I picked a wildflower for her.
She informed me that I’d killed it.

She loved to ramble through the
woods for hours.
She despised the city.
Too loud, too busy, too smelly,
she said.
These were all my argumenta in favor.

She was as beautiful though
as the downtown at night after a rain shower,
soft and neon-colored,
sparkling where you’d least expect.
This comparison stayed with me.
Silent praise knows when it’s well off.

Once she took in an injured owl,
nursed it back to flying.
This is why I never understood it
when she tried to clip my wings.

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