The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.29.15

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.29.15
“Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Dancing on Burning Kites” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more Mad works from Bill, and our other contributing artists, please visit our Mad Gallery. ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 09.02.15

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 09.02.15
Join Mad Swirl this 1st Wednesday of September (aka 09.02.15) 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 poet Sebastián Hasani Páramo! Here's a bit about Sebastián: Sebastian H. Paramo is poet living in Denton[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.22.15

The Best of Mad Swirl : 08.22.15
“Art is the most beautiful of all lies.” ~ Claude Debussy ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Carefree As the Journey of Perfume” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak. To see more Mad works from Bill, and our other contributing artists, please visit our Mad Gallery. ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... wwe quelled[read more]

At My Daughter’s Beauty Pageant

They all approach the
to give their
personal introduction,
they all have different
dreams, psychologist,
hair stylist (she states
she will “Tease it to Jesus”)
actress, singer,
but one gal wants to be
a CIA agent,
and I can’t help
but worry that she’s
outed herself,
one girl wants to
be an astrophysicist,
none of them say
they want to
be a stay at home mom,
or housewife,
none of them say they want
to wash dishes by hand
when the dishwasher breaks,
or calm a crying six year
old who lost
his first tooth,
they don’t say they
want to take their child
to speech therapy
and thumb through
glossy magazines
and daydream briefly
about a different life,
maybe in Cuba,
where they learn to play
the claves,
and the light
dances in
the plumeria trees

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Don’t move piles of pebbles.
—Sappho, Fragment 143

A mountain escaped leaving
one pure tear—
a small lake just
to tease the city.

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The Self Apart of Harriet Sparks

The Self Apart of Harriet Sparks

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Dream On

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