The Best of Mad Swirl : 06.17.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 06.17.17
"Eventually everything connects - people, ideas, objects. The quality of the connections is the key to quality..." ~ Charles Eames ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Street Art, Belfast” (above) by featured artist David J. Thompson. Mad Swirl is proud to welcome back ‘round these swirlin’ parts artist David J. Thompson, with a new batch of mad visuals! David[read more]

Featured Artist: David J. Thompson

Featured Artist: David J. Thompson
Mad Swirl is proud to welcome back ‘round these swirlin' parts artist David J. Thompson, with a new batch of mad visuals! David has captured some more street art that we otherwise would breeze past without a second glance. Thanks to Thompson, we get that second glance. We admire the contrast of street art alongside[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 06.10.17

The Best of Mad Swirl : 06.10.17
"I do not innovate. I transmit." ~ Andre Derain ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Your Daughter is Older Than You Think” (above) by featured artist Joseph Shepard. To see more of Joseph’s mad collages, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we[read more]

That Is Not My Future

School was a difficult maze and prison
to manoeuvre and struggle through.
It was curious to see others
working towards future plans,
set goals and structured inclinations.
Even the girls with no business ambition,
knew exactly how many babies they wanted,
already had the names picked out
and decided which Council Estate
they would like to have their homes upon.
Meanwhile, she only knew for sure
what books were next upon her reading list.
That Reality TV Shows were almost painful.
Her parents were ‘Black And White’
whilst she was ‘Colourful’
and would never actually understand her.
Solitude, vibrates and liberates.
Boys are silly and clumsy
but, in a different way from herself.
‘Chalk And Cheese’ is the best phrase
that was ever invented.
That everyone only focused upon the obvious.
No one thought about the soundless,
ethereal arc of a barn owl’s flight-landing
or found petrichor, old parchment paper
and dying bonfire smoke romantic.
That everybody has eyes but never uses them
to see the Magic which lies in between things.

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the end of times

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IN TIMES LIKE THESE

Down at the check point they
search us for paper, pencils or pens.
They insist that we leave words,
punctuation and yes our ideas at home.
Safely kept under[read more]

The Smile of Emptiness and Nothingness

Fifteen thousand years ago
You were a king.
And thirty thousand years ago
You were a slave
Your past life was a long scroll of times
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A Night without Stars

A Night without Stars

“My planet sweet on a silver salver,” she said. “What?” he asked. “Dana, that makes no sense, none.” “What doesn't?” Dana asked. “It's a song lyric, Echo and the Bunnymen.” “Oh,” he said. “I don't know them.” “It doesn't matter,” she said. “No,” he said. “I suppose not.” “Besides, I came out here to have a break, I didn't want company,” she said. “Oh, I'm sorry.” “That, and you don't even smoke,” she said. “So there's no reason for you to be out here.” “Dana,” he said, “I just wanted to get some fresh air.” “Huh?” she grunted. “Yeah.” She[read more]
Under a Wilder Sun

Under a Wilder Sun

Above the decorative bells, mounted within the steeple of the Lutheran church, a pair of loud speakers blare a recording of bells. The ringing falls from its rafters like shattered glass on pavement. Parishioners mill around, wearing polite smiles that match their Sunday best. Mouths move, heads nod, but no one can hear the other. As long as nothing is truly said or heard, everyone is in agreement, everyone is happy. The less you know, the better had been Leonard's family maxim growing up. No one in his family spoke about[read more]
Aftermath

Aftermath

Denzel couldn’t conceive of anything but jail time in his future. Even if his trial was completed before he turned eighteen, he might be sentenced as an adult despite the fact he hadn’t cause Zoe’s death. They had been skimming rocks across Kinzua Lake. Denzel had proposed a fishing date, figuring they’d find a spot along the twenty plus mile manmade waterway. It was not yet time for pike, but walleye was in late season and the bass run had just begun. They’d rent a walkaround from Wolf Run Marina. Denzel[read more]