The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.06.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 02.06.16
“I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.” ~ William S. Burroughs ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Fish Goddess” (above) by our newest featured artist Maria Valentina Sheets. To view more of Maria's mad-nificent canvases, aslong with our other featured artists, visit our Gallery at! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 03.02.16

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 03.02.16
Join Mad Swirl & Swirve the 1st Wednesday of February (aka 02.03.16) as we continue to swirl up our open mic madness into a new year at our NEW Open Mic home, The Underpass Bar! Come on out, one & all. Get a brainful of Swirve, share in the Mad Swirl’n festivities, & if the spirit[read more]

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 02.03.16

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 02.03.16
Hello m’fellow Mad Ones. I am Reverend Brother Elder Swirl the 7th. You might remember me from the Dr. Googily-Eyes Healing Circus & Mad Swirlin’ Medicine Show (inciting the Rise of YES and the Fall of NO)… This past 1st Wednesday we gathered to give praises to the affirmative and damnation to the negative. Our good[read more]


my hands are freezing out in the november sun
here marks the end of something i wasnt so sure would’ve lasted to begin with
i was just trying to live in the moment and give each day a purpose
but i always believed the days had purpose and i always believed in god
i always had too much hope in my heart
or in my head
but they’re both deceiving and nobody will ever convince me otherwise
the stars in the sky shone so brightly last night
and while i sat on my window sill
i could smell lilacs
and i watched one single star fall out of the sky
and i was so mesmerised by its beauty that i couldnt even make a wish
it was like that with your eyes

– Gilbert Franco

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Is time a spiral stairway that we climb
Whose unendingness we seek to borrow
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Coroner’s Office

Coroner’s Office

I thought the worst part of going to work for the Coroner’s office would be the emulsified bodies, the stink of rot hanging in my clothes, an air of finality about my demeanor, decay of the soul and spirit, moral jaundice, an urge to buy new shoes every other week, and wondering at the end of each shift what the hell that was beneath my fingernails. Perhaps the worst part would be the backseat drivers. That’s a joke. Turns out it was the groupies. The groupies of the dead. Every van driver had[read more]