The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.14.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.14.18
"All art is erotic." Gustav Klimt ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Wind’s Unfinished Kisses” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak To see more of Bill's crazy collages, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we dawned a day, put omens away; we lamented o’er[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.07.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.07.18
"The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world." Marc Chagall ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “The Exchange of Secrets” (above) by featured artist Bill Wolak Mad Swirl welcomes back a fan favorite, Bill Wolak, whose symmetrical sometimes-not-so-subtly-sexual visuals always seem to leave us wanting more. Thankfully for us,[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : v2017

The Best of Mad Swirl : v2017
Get you your very own copy of "The Best of Mad Swirl : v2017" right HERE! The Best of Mad Swirl : v2017 is an anthology featuring 52 poets, 12 short fiction writers, and four artists whose works were presented on throughout 2017. We editors reviewed the entire year’s output to ensure this collection is truly[read more]

Côte D’Azur

Your heart is aging
Rum in a barrel
Fit for Kings.
Quench my thirst
With dances on
The cobbled
Streets and sand.
Fill my cup with
Your breathing
Tide, and bring
Your tipping
Heart against my
Gentle lips.

– Rachael N. Sanders

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When I open my eyes
I see glitter exploding in shards
And I hear gran’s voice telling me
I’ll never be able to get it out of my[read more]


When he whispers incantations
Across the ceremonial pit
In late winter
The last snow-drift orbits
The tree tops
Like smoke
On a morning stroll
Headed towards
Infinity’s skylight.

Praise abounds. The sun soars.
Raven gives
A[read more]

Mona in Amerika #2

She’s thinking of meeting
the man in the yellow hat
in tight cut-office denims and a butterfly tank top
she needs a job
enter: Hamburger Joe’s
nearly a trillion served
deep[read more]

Through the tunnel

Through the tunnel

The stairs are blocked by steel rails; I can't access them from this side. She's told me my keys are down below, where the party was. I remember being surrounded by women for a brief instant. I'd shouted -- something I don't remember. She’s caught the trolley off to work. This little English town, asleep, and asleep. In bed she'd been some different woman, one I tried to escape. I don't know if I did. Now back to London in the dark. I'd cried out from pleasure, and relief. But what had I thought would happen,[read more]


“I wish I could say things are better,” wrote Charlie Anderson, about his wife Callie, “but they’re worse.” The experimental drug for her early onset Alzheimer’s had not worked. “Now it’s like I have no wife. She can’t speak and has a blank look on her face like a dead fish.” I was on his email mailing list and felt awful. I knew them quite well, knew Callie when she was a jogger and would race breathlessly by my house. Their house in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, was beautiful. I’m honored to[read more]
A Foreshadowing on the Avenue

A Foreshadowing on the Avenue

It was snowing lightly that mid February morning as I prepared for my hike up a slippery Greenwich Avenue. It was Sunday, a special Sunday. My eighth grade class was gathering for Mass, followed by a pancake breakfast prepared by our parish priests, Monsignor Brannigan and Father Prizzi. My class had recently achieved statewide recognition for our accomplishments in arithmetic and spelling, and this celebratory breakfast would be our reward for a job well done. In the lobby of our apartment building I met Betty, my neighbor and best friend. Betty was[read more]