The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.19.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.19.19
“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.” Edgar Allan Poe ••• The Mad Gallery ••• In Pursuit of Magic – Tony Gentry Mad Swirl welcomes to the visual arts stage, Virginia-based writer and photographer, Tony Gentry. The thing that spoke most loudly to us from Gentry’s work is the otherwise everyday nature of that which[read more]

New Featured Artist : Tony Gentry

New Featured Artist : Tony Gentry
Mad Swirl welcomes to the visual arts stage, Virginia-based writer and photographer, Tony Gentry. The thing that spoke most loudly to us from Gentry’s work is the otherwise everyday nature of that which seems to beckon to him. There is something ironic to some of his photographs – a bride walking down a dirty city-street with her[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.12.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 01.12.19
“You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” Jack London ••• The Mad Gallery ••• untitled ~ Stephen VanderHaarNightmare Mirror ~ Stephen VanderHaarDangerous Waters ~ Stephen VanderHaarA Fantastic Afternoon ~ Stephen VanderHaar It's been good visitin' Stephen's mad illustration i-mad-gination! But as all good things do, this too must pass. Stay tuned next[read more]

Dignity in Loving [comma]

catching a glimpse
a train window smear
catching a glimpse
that certain face
her golden hair, prism’s light
divided against itself

magazine posters or dreams of avarice
the watched watching briefly,
girls and men stumble
pushing prams and talking,
casting poses for attention
pausing for the world to take note,

have i seen the face before?
been caught looking,
uneager to return the stare
doubt and uncertainty,
make my heart beat faster,
struggling to be free

she wore a cocked hat, that
certain parting of her hair;
copied in posters, hairdressers,
the train leaving the station,
she does, she turns to look up at me,
i am nothing more

gossiping mothers, children skipping
awaken world! the dull green
and useless lives, the
cemented over aerodrome,
future’s promise in childhood so
sweet, ages sour in this the year

into an introspection of a printed
circuit, appearance is being;
the stars as curtain decorations
on the permanently falling stage,
drift away from me; for i am not moving
wave to me? leaving, leaving.

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