the Best of Mad Swirl : 05.30.15

the Best of Mad Swirl : 05.30.15
“Now” (above) by featured artist Brett “BA” Ardoin. To see more Mad works from Brett, and our other contributing artists, please visit our Mad Gallery. “If a guy's got it, let him give it.” ~ Benny Goodman ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we met a man mole with an ass[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.03.15

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.03.15
Join Mad Swirl this 1st Wednesday of June at 8:00 sharp, when we will swirl it up madly in the LIVE way that we do every month now for OVER 10 years! This month we are featuring Irish poet, writer, & McMad man, Brendan McCormick (via Skype)! If you haven't had the pleasure to catch[read more]

Then They Came For You...

Then They Came For You...
First they came after the fringes... Those that Joe and Jane Citizen seem to deem as the dregs of society. The executioners lied in wait at the gates, itchy fingers on their triggers. They knew their presence would create tension in the ranks. As they flexed their militarized muscle, flaunting their automatic weapons and armored vehicles[read more]

Zeno’s Quest for Zero (an ABC Poem)

Avowedly bold celestial
Error faithfully.
Gnostic hounds
Inspire jesting.
Knowledge lures metaphysicians. Nurtures other people.
Queries rage strong.
The universe,
Vying wisdom,
Xenophobically yields zeros.

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