Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 08.05.20

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 08.05.20
If you tuned in to Mad Swirl Open Mic​ this past 1st Wednesday (aka 08.05.20), Mad Swirl Open Mic once again virtually whirled up the Swirl and got the Mad mic opened for all you Mad ones out there! We beamed our cyber line-up straight out into the wide world of webs & straight to your[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.01.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.01.20
“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.” Herman Melville ••• The Mad Gallery ••• "The Social Distancing of Desire" – Bill Wolak Mad Swirl is proud to welcome back Bill Wolak, one of the maddest of the mad, with a fresh new collection of collage work. This time around, he’s brought[read more]

New Featured Artist : Bill Wolak

New Featured Artist : Bill Wolak
Mad Swirl is proud to welcome back Bill Wolak, one of the maddest of the mad, with a fresh new collection of collage work. This time around, he’s brought a bit of a new style... along with the one we knew him for and wow… we are not disappointed! I mean, how could anyone say no to trippy, surreal,[read more]

Edge of a Child

I want the edge of a child
in motion, unafraid
of stumbling, just in
the fair moment of absolute
presence, in the misty claw
of sweet anticipation,
with the world on its knees,
begging to unfold.

I want to walk
the wooden pier
of my favorite dream
meandering far
into an ocean without end,
just future after future.

I want to offer myself
barefoot to the sand, or
celebrate the first blossom
of a snowflake, and never fear
the sweet silence of winter.

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One-Eye, Two-Eyes, and Three-Eyes

Based on the Grimm story.

I am the lonely spirit
who whooshes among rocky crags
in a frigid wind.

The pulsing galaxy sends
ancient harmonies
and I listen.

The capacious night
that rides[read more]

in my teenage hands

i remember how your panties felt in my teenage hands

kissing away a sunny afternoon, i was certain i was in love

you were certain it was[read more]


Grumpy old man I be
morning routine disrupted
wife on the couch
coffee in the bathroom
no sitting on patio
no fresh air, no green view
yet coffee is coffee
love is[read more]



You might think I’m a fan of Henry David Thoreau because I’m building a cabin away from everything in the woods in northern Maine. But I have a different reason for wanting to get away. I started working at the Dalton Corp right after I graduated from high school twelve years ago. It used to be a good company to work for, good pay and benefits. Also there’s a nice looking woman, Anne-Marie, who works in the cafeteria. I would love to take her out on a date. But I’ve been[read more]
Black Dot

Black Dot

I had arranged a meeting in the park with the woman who wrote the found poem. When she arrived she was carrying a tattered folding umbrella. She looked at me and said, I think I’ve eaten a whole block of cocaine. Have you ever broken your ankle? She sat on the bench and removed a hairbrush then proceeded to drag it across her head. I haven’t washed my hair for a week, she said, rather too proudly, I thought. She threw the brush at a nearby rubbish bin but missed and[read more]
Death Before Beauty

Death Before Beauty

“You dream of me less these days,” my father says. Even in my dream, I feel guilty, like I did when he was alive. He would say, “You don’t call no more?” even when we’d talked earlier that week. I try to hide my shame, but he can see through it. I am dreaming. My mind is wide open. “I often think of you.” “I know you do,” he says. His cobalt eyes look like miniature Earths. I can see blue oceans and white clouds shifting across the spheres. He is more like Neptune[read more]