The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.08.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.08.18
“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 ••• You, Me – Sharon O’Callaghan Shero To see ALL of Sharon's madly mysterious[read more]

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.05.18

Notes of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 12.05.18
This past 1st Wednesday of December (aka 12.05.18)Mad Swirl continued to whirl up our mic madness at our mad mic home, Deep Ellum's Regal Room! HUGE GRATS to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped swirl us up a mighty fine night! Here’s a shout out to all who graced us with your words, your[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.01.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 12.01.18
“I read a poem every night, as others read a prayer.” Tahar Ben Jelloun ••• The Mad Gallery ••• And So – Sharon O’Callaghan Shero To see ALL of Sharon's madly mysterious snaps, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we savored some sin at a red light[read more]

when mind rests…

what peaceful sea shore;
flat waters pay triple tours,
and the land says more…

– Olude Peter Sunday

editors note: The best environmental policy? Shut up and listen! – mh clay

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On Earth as It Is in Heaven

Sometimes the right words to say no longer exist

let the wound bleed out
it is only of the flesh

no sugarcoating left in your voice
or deeds

Sometimes the[read more]

You know what it means

Piece of mind. Metal mind. Heavy metal mind. Try as I might. I cannot you. You cannot me. Death star. Unrelenting. Tree of being. Tree[read more]

Chores / What is a perfect line?

It’s not about the pace
Nor about this race, or how one must slowly learn to earn some disgrace;
Why one chooses to do the dishes first
Or,[read more]

BONES

BONES

I never leave the city. In its steel canyons and paved valleys I lose myself. Metal and granite body of the colossal organism pulsates in artificial mechanical rhythms while I tumble through its gridded metropolitan veins. Never do I look at the sky. Nor linger on the fringes. Cubiforms and sectored geometries dissolve into random natural contours here and I cannot endure it. For I hate landscapes. All nuances of natural geophysical forces. The curves and undulations and meanderings of Nature are monstrous. Everything patiently built by the rains and the wind and[read more]
Judgement Both Ways

Judgement Both Ways

A history student, entering an ex-magistrate’s shop, always said: "Hi." The ex-magistrate never answered, the student thinking: "Prick." "My usual, please," the student said. The ex-magistrate always wrapped up the wholemeal bread the student always ordered. "It's delicious with butter and honey," the student once said. The ex-magistrate just glared. "Bye," the student always said, never receiving a reply. One day, a tearful woman, leaving the shop, smiled at the history student as he was entering, a sad, gentle smile; she said: "You look like my three sons. They were killed in Vietnam." The ex-magistrate glared at[read more]
Thelma and Louise

Thelma and Louise

I’ve always been overeager, so when Summit.org started advertising that they could make you live forever, I was one of the first to sign up. It cost a lot of money, but I had it. I was getting on in years. and I knew I couldn’t take it with me. The first session lasted all afternoon. They wired this thing up to my head and made an electronic copy of my brain. After that I would go in every six months while they update the electronic brain. After I died, the[read more]