The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.23.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.23.17
"Caress the detail, the divine detail." ~ Vladimir Nabokov ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Throb & Ween” (above) by featured artist David Ross. To see more of David’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we sojourned in suburban splendor; we[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.16.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.16.17
"The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding." ~ Leonardo da Vinci ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “MOS” (above) by featured artist David Ross. To see more of David’s mad illustrations, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we increased utterance; we made[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.09.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 04.09.17
"Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry." ~ Charles Baudelaire ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Strike!” (above) by featured artist David Ross. Our newest featured artist at Mad Swirl, David Ross, brings us a collection of complicated, chaotic works that we could probably stare at for an entire day. Some pieces[read more]

Green Tea Bedroom

Lost in the moment
the sight of C’s saucer shaped eyes
void dark
anything but desolation
millions of galaxies
born
ignited
splendid illumination
entwined nudes like a cosmic serpent
staring at cherry blossoms
on a blue canvas background

– Mike Zone

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ST GEORGE

That’s just how it is
On any given day here

The bad backs for benefits
The psychotic breaks

Nobody cares
If you have just moved in
If someone has[read more]

EVER STILL EVER THEN

Breathe in
Tighter

Breathe out
Repeat

From A to B
Then back again

Violent
Deep
Irrational

Like that scaffold pole to my spine
Like that monkey wrench to my knees
Like that cold steel pressed[read more]

A little of this, a little of that

Saints have their warts.
Demons hide their halos.

We’re a mixed bag,
never all of one
and none of the other,

Too much effort
to be pure
good or[read more]

Swimming with Eve

Swimming with Eve

The creek water was milky after a full mornings rain. The song birds singing their tunes in the rising humidity of the afternoon sun. Shelly yawns and stretches her arms up high and looks at me. I can feel her. I’d kiss her again, but I’m afraid. How long before she gets bored and moves on, I wonder? Plenty of boys in the school yard wishing they were me right now. They’d gladly hand over their own Mommas to take my place and be all too giddy to lean across and kiss[read more]
Leafmeal

Leafmeal

Into a nondescript cardboard box, they packed what remained of her life since she wasn't one for owning things and due to her great age, although she would argue that there wasn't much great about living ninety-six years, she didn't really need much more than her prayer books, her many and ornate crucifixes that she worshiped and even kissed as if they were secret idols, her myriad votive candle holders, useless and come to think of it cheap religious knickknacks that others sent her when she entered into those last[read more]
Before the Big Bang

Before the Big Bang

What sparked the Big Bang? Should we give a dang how the experts debate as to what might predate it or seemed to exist? Speaking for myself, I cannot resist a fantasy spree of drifting away in reveries vast about our fabulous, fathomless past. Utterness whereabouts always were there, and singularities melt in thin air, when we consider an alternate plan of how life began—the yin and the yang—how galaxies sprang—before the Big Bang… For what if in fact the notion is cracked, and in Big Bang’s case it didn’t[read more]