Mad Swirl Open Mic : 05.03.17

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 05.03.17
Join forces with Mad Swirl this 1st Wednesday of May (aka 05.03.17) at 8:00 SHARP as we continue to swirl up our mic madness at our mad mic-ness home, Dallas’ City Tavern! This month we will be hosting the 2nd Annual Dr. Googily-Eyes Healing Circus & Mad Swirlin’ Medicine Show: Inciting the Rise of YES and[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.23.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.23.17
"Caress the detail, the divine detail." ~ Vladimir Nabokov ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Throb & Ween” (above) by featured artist David Ross. To see more of David’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we sojourned in suburban splendor; we[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.16.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.16.17
"The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding." ~ Leonardo da Vinci ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “MOS” (above) by featured artist David Ross. To see more of David’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we increased utterance; we made[read more]

Waiting Room

These are the days we dread, the days of unknowing. Life is fragile as an egg. You never know when a crack will appear and the yolk will spill away. Your test came back—wrong. We wait, more tests are done, more waiting. The longer we wait the more scenarios we concoct, dreaming about dark tumors flooding organs, masses teeming with life waiting to erupt. We google, we ask, we read, still we wait. Your smile has left as you turn your light inside searching for answers, questioning what you ate, drank, or smoked in the past. “I am healthy, or so I thought,” the sadness in your voice apparent. You feel betrayed. You run, you do yoga, eat sensibly, watch your weight and drink in moderation, but now this organ inside mocks you. You can’t see or feel it. You only have heard of it and its rebellion. The phone doesn’t ring today.
We wait.

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