The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.09.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.09.17
"The world has always gone forward when people have dared to have crazy ideas." Gioconda Belli ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “untitled – (a4)” (above) by featured artist R. Keith. This months visual artist, R. Keith, brings us some trippy cryptic collages that surely caught our eye. The images and words Keith combines seem random while simultaneously thought-out in[read more]

New Featured Artist : R. Keith

New Featured Artist : R. Keith
This months visual artist, R. Keith, brings us some trippy cryptic collages that surely caught our eye. The images and words Keith combines seem random while simultaneously thought-out in a way that only our kind of mad man could ever accomplish! While simple in visuals, each piece has a lot going on. As they say,[read more]

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.06.17

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.06.17
This past 1st Wednesday of December (aka 12.06.17) Mad Swirl​ stirred it up again! As always, we opened the mic up to all you mad poets, performers and musicians. Here’s a shout out to all who warmed our cockles by gracing us with your words, your songs, your divine madness… Hosts: Johnny O MH Clay Music: Swirve Mad Mic Cast: Victory Hector “Nico” Ortiz Christina[read more]

copper angel

I don’t like the idea of angels
giving me the angle
of Heaven being
the picture-perfect monarchy
basking in cosmic disco lights
strobe getting on high of mind
a conversation
over fried chicken and coffee
honey dipped- crisp
coffee- black
she wore a coat of blue monkey skin
her eyes- purple and red
art lies- Abraham Lincoln
made of pennies
won the prize
it was Armageddon
before we even met
all we left- a pile of bones
on a single plate
hand in hand
bean juice backwash
on the bottom of mugs

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Waiting for the poems

I’d love to imagine it’s like
inventing some new gadget
something streamlined and
bursting with possibilities,
or coming across the cure
for something that plagues
humanity with rashes and
blockages, or it’s[read more]


When I was 19 going on 20
I found a forum on the internet,
a rebellion of women
begging their bodies to bend
begging their bodies to break
begging their[read more]

Snow Blankets the Eastern Hills

Come look. From the balcony.
If you shudder and cough
a moment later you’ll sigh.
Tell me. Is sister sleeping?
Is the landscape weeping?
Is Abigail peeking? This landscape
so bleak[read more]

The Internet of Things

The Internet of Things

I’m writing this from Motel Six, where I have been staying for the last three weeks. I have a nice little house in the suburbs but my wife Stella won‘t let me back home. Stella is a good woman even if she’s stuck in the last century. She still has a flip phone, and she won’t have anything to do with a computer. A couple of months ago I came home with an Amazon Echo. While I was setting it up, she kept complaining, “Those things can spy on you.” God! She’s[read more]
The Purest Rain

The Purest Rain

I once was, we once were, ordinary people, like you. Being together we have become one mind. I am sorry if our writing is clumsy. We don’t speak, write or use words any longer. Our thoughts are felt by each other before we have them. The ideas of I and we aren’t as clear as they may be for you, our ancestors. We are all we, we are all I. I am writing it to you as if we were I so that my message can be understood. We have been[read more]
The Firestorm

The Firestorm

What did Gary Hartnel expect for Pell Grant funded education, the classical intellectualism? For that he would have needed a passport and a time machine. No, these were the days of hurry-up and get a piece of paper and a job days. By 2005, however, learning Latin and Greek, or studying philosophy in the original German, was thought to be waste of time. Not the teaching, just the learning. Who could remember all those declensions, propositions, and paradoxes when there was Facebook and twitter to distract the mind? But Gary wasn’t[read more]