The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.30.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.30.20
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” Walt Whitman ••• The Mad Gallery ••• "Rejection at the altar" – Darrell Black To see all of Darrell’s mixed-media “Definism” canvases, as well as our other featured artists (50 in all!), at Mad Swirl's Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.03.20

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.03.20
THIS 1st Wednesday of the June (aka 06.03.20), Mad Swirl Open Mic will once again whirl up the Swirl VIRTUALLY and get the mic opened for all you Mad ones out there! We have technology & social media on our side and we are gonna maximize it! Starting at 7:30pm (CST), join hosts Johnny O &[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.23.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.23.20
“Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane...” Bob Dylan ••• The Mad Gallery ••• a reallly bad trip – Darrell Black To see all of Darrell’s mixed-media “Definism” canvases, as well as our other featured artists (50 in all!), at Mad Swirl's Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we toured[read more]

Guarded Lips

Guarded lips tremble
pinched tight
you’ve smothered them in jump-suited orange
where all can see
those tiny hairs
uniformly lined up
your mouth
serving time

I see you shake

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Artists Painting Artists

He only paints her burning eyes
She only paints his frozen smile
The only smell is chamomile
And only ginger casts a shadow

The window glass is blurred with[read more]


It’s only when it’s taken away that
you realize the beauty, the wonder
of freedom,
to walk freely,
without fear
amongst brothers and sisters,
it’s only when it is no
longer there,[read more]

A Man sits atop his favorite

burlap chair, balanced on its celestial springs
and memory-foam cushions, ever mindful
of the color-coordinated pillows his wife
insisted they buy the day before she died.[read more]



Michael was medicated—by a doctor, no less—and had two dozen nurses and a security guard to make sure he didn’t do anything rash. They were more careful than he knew—nobody else in the hospital had a name like his. It invoked visions of a dozen police cars lined up in front of the building, of litigation, of manipulation of public opinion for matters both personal and political. Everyone on the payroll knew they were at risk when it came to Michael Coles. They tiptoed around him, accommodated him. Visitors came every Sunday.[read more]
The Devil May Feel

The Devil May Feel

It's Tuesday night and the table is full of weeping women, various stages of sex appeal, holding paperback books with the power of the universe coursing through their hands. The throbs of infinite emotion beating in their hearts. They are all on the same page. The same paragraph. Cindy reads every word aloud while everyone else follows along. Her satin blouse flashes skin and midriff from a button she missed. I hear Diane sniffle to my left. She is not alone. Her friends, guessing all of which she made at church[read more]
Airports & Sadness

Airports & Sadness

Airports and airplanes always give me a sense of new beginnings. The moment an airplane takes off, gravity changes and pseudo force pushes us back to the seat. Then the flight continues. Everything seems like a celebration with happy stewards walking across the plane, asking if everything is okay. Sometimes a hard turbulence may strike and suddenly everyone is praying for their lives, remembering good old moments, clutching the armrest of their seats really tight. And as the plane stabilizes, sighs fill up the surroundings, and we breathe the same[read more]