The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.07.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.07.19
“My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.” John Lennon ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Untitled (from the series "Wiring Simplified") ~ R. Keith To see[read more]

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.04.19

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.04.19
This past 1st Wednesday of December (aka 12.04.19) Mad Swirl once again whirled up our open mic madness! Once again we did our thang at the historic Top Ten Records! HUGE GRATS to them for opening their arms to us Mad ones & shout out to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.30.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.30.19
“All my inspiration comes from life. That's how it never stops, in a way.” Marina Abramovic ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Untitled (from the series "Wiring Simplified") ~ R. Keith To see ALL of R's crazy collages, as well as our other featured artists (45 total!), visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum...[read more]


I write about crows a lot
he says
and why not?
they’re everywhere
like death itself
like the open grave
of the whole goddamned earth
often despised
mere carrion eaters
and scavengers
but aren’t we all?
and look how they shine
from a diet of maggots
and rotten flesh
and what daredevils
they are!
how defiant
against our shiny steel
bearing down
at 75 miles an hour
but they ain’t leaving
their highway dinner table
until the last
possible second
and we flinch
at the flash
of those black wings
through the glass

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The truth was just outside the cave.
That’s what we were told,
but none was brave enough to check.
So we stayed in the dark with the shadows,
silhouettes[read more]

Gods and Demons

Sitting at a roadside café in Calcutta
I note preparations
for the carnival not very far. The idols

of the Gods and the Demons
dry under the tarpaulin canopies
in[read more]

The card players

After the painting, Card Players by Chris Gollon which in turn was after Paul Cezanne’s painting of the same name.

Given the hand; is[read more]



“Brother, calm down. They will be here. Twenty more minutes, OK?” I don’t want to hear that. I really don’t. I have already been standing here in this two-bit DVD store for over half-an-hour. I don’t need it then. I need it now. “First, I fuck you, then my friend fuck you, OK?” And, no, I don’t want to hear that bloody BS either. Who the hell is that? Right. I might have bloody well guessed. It’s those two old men in the coffin shop next door talking to a young local woman.[read more]
Some Men Think This Way

Some Men Think This Way

“I went up those stairs at my next door neighbor’s party after midnight on New Year’s night to fetch our winter coats. I turned on the light and all the coats were on the floor and Gail was naked under the blankets making it with my next-door neighbor, this guy that ran a bunch of tanning salons. I flicked the light off. It was on no more than two seconds, just enough for me to catch her naked shoulders as she moved up and down on top of him. I[read more]
Gwen Ifill Is Dead

Gwen Ifill Is Dead

It was one of those lazy November days, the sky was a blah grey, with an impenetrable fuzzy blanket across the sky. I pulled into the driveway of my condo, just in time to find something to eat and watch the PBS Evening News. My late husband inculcated the importance of this in me, and it was now my duty to keep up with our ever-changing world. I hadn’t a real friend in Willow Dale, as our condo was called. Removing my pantyhose as I walked inside and also[read more]