The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.19.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.19.18
"I could never deny myself bein' an artist." Joe Cocker ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “the lovers” (above) by featured artist Elvin Armando Mad Swirl is mighty excited to welcome Elvin Armando to our Mad Gallery with some works of art that are right up our alley! Elvin plays (or paints) with haunting, creepy imagery (skulls, blood) juxtaposed with[read more]

New Featured Artist : Elvin Armando

New Featured Artist : Elvin Armando
Mad Swirl is mighty excited to welcome Elvin Armando to our Mad Gallery with some works of art that are right up our alley! Elvin plays (or paints) with haunting, creepy imagery (skulls, blood) juxtaposed with cheerful concepts (a family portrait, butterflies, lovers) in an incredibly unique and compelling way that we couldn’t take our eyes[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.12.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.12.18
"I don't like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life" Christian Morgenstern ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “hurry leave me” (above) by featured artist Madelyn Olson. It's been a great run featuring Madelyn Olson​'s mad canvases! This one will finish her run as our featured artist. But don't[read more]

SIGNAGE

The mainline downtown parishes
Think it undignified
But you see along the road to Durham
Small churches with signs out front,
Some electronic these days
But most where you put up letters
One at a time
Like a 1940s theater marquee.
You wonder about the sources,
Magazines, newsletters, I guess,
The internet these days,
Some bromide
(God will accept broken hearts
But he must have all the pieces
Or Gossip is the Devil’s radio—
R U his DJ?)
Or to announce the next revival.
I noticed one near Mebane,
Just after New Year’s:
Pray hard for Lucas, it said.
But then they took it down.

– Robert Demaree

Recently Published

Haiku Trio

I.

Goblins under oath
Lie like priests in a brothel
Without shame or clothes.

II.

Vampires and moths die
Betrayed by flames and sunlight—
Church, cross, candle ire!

III.

Adam’s maker schemed
Forbidden apples[read more]

Drudgery

Most days she imagines the broom
Is a pen,
The lino floor a blank page begging
To be filled,
And most days she fills the vacant
Space with words
She has[read more]

Outcasts

We’re back but not bent
On the bottom list

Darker down here
Stars brighter

Easier to walk streets
Unnoticed and malnourished

Scribbling notes with a sharp pencil
Ignoring background traffic

Our brains on[read more]

Between You, Me, and The Devil

Between You, Me, and The Devil

We got this one sayin’ — really a lotta sayins up here, but my personal favorite is: “hell ain’t worth a damn 'less you know why you’re damned.” I ain’t paraphrasin' neither. We don’t have no time for paraphrasin' up here. That’s right, you’ll find out soon, once you too get damned. Hell is actually above all you regular type earth-dwellers. We’re up here just over the exosphere, plain invisible to y’all still mortal. I can see “Heaven” from my house. And no, before you ask, hell is not in fact,[read more]
The Cuckoo That Couldn’t

The Cuckoo That Couldn’t

Is destiny carved or does instinct win out? What causes a species to thrive or thin out? Are queries and theories the puzzles they seem? Let’s hark to a cuckoo tale spun from a dream. There once was a cuckoo who happened to grow into a rare nestling that needed to know about all the whispers and strange twittered words that designate cuckoos as crazy weird birds. The cuckoo embarked on a singular quest in search of identity there in that nest. Why am I where I am? Who am I? What[read more]
Eventually

Eventually

The kitchen floor was still damp but she squatted, still trembling from the shock of the untoward incident. It was purely accidental and she had no regrets. It was preordained that way. He was incorrigibly testy, always chastising her for being “childless.” His propensity to criticize had corroded their relationship. After giving vent to his anger and frustration upon her, he would leave for days leaving scars on her petite body as well as her soul. She had neither hope for betterment nor any other place to go. Working like a[read more]