The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.14.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.14.19
“The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.” James Gates Percival ••• The Mad Gallery ••• The Shadow That Arrives Trembling ~ Bill Wolak To see ALL of Bill's crazy concoction of collages, as well as our other featured[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.07.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 09.07.19
“Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.” Grandma Moses ••• The Mad Gallery ••• The Unexpected Merging of Whirlwinds ~ Bill Wolak To see ALL of Bill's crazy concoction of collages, as well as our other featured artists (45 total!), visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum[read more]

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 09.04.19

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 09.04.19
This past 1st Wednesday of September (aka 09.04.19) Mad Swirl once again whirled up our open mic madness! HUGE GRATS & shout out to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped swirl us up some googily madness! Here's a visual of who is who: Hosts: Johnny O MH Clay Swirve: Chris Curiel (trumpet) Clay Stinnett (skins) Mad Mic Cast: Johnny Olson MH Clay Vic Victory Chris[read more]

DRINK TEA

A savage beating
With a monkey wrench
A spine smashed in two
By a scaffold pole
And a mob waiting outside
All of them armed
With sticks bats and knives

Last night I dreamt
Of all of these things
And many more besides

But this morning
When I awoke
I found that nearly
Eight years had passed

Now –
I don’t want revenge
And I don’t have
A magic double-edged sword

All I want
Is to stop this mind thinking
That it understands
And from willing this fool
To do what its
Brief blossoms want

To eat this fresh peach
And to keep on eating it
Only

Until its shape
And its colour
Its skin and its taste
Become no more than a peach
And still no peach at all

Ha!

That’s all any fool dreams

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