Mad Swirl Open Mic : 08.03.16

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 08.03.16
Join Mad Swirl & Swirve this 1st Wednesday of August (aka 08.03.16) at 8:00 SHARP as we continue to swirl up our mic madness at our NEW mad mic-ness home, Dallas’ badass City Tavern! This month we will be featuring Why Ohh You! (aka YOU!) Oh, and we'll also be debuting our swirliness on a new[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.23.16

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.23.16
"At the typewriter you find out who you are." ~ Tom Robbins ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “ballpointpen12x20cmsdecember10-2015” (above) by featured artist Norman Olson. To see more of Norman's mad canvases, as well as our other featured artists, visit our mad Gallery at! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we prayed for[read more]

Come & Get Mad Swirl Swag!

Come & Get Mad Swirl Swag!
If you're MAD and you know it, why not wear it loudly and proudly? The whole Mad Swirl of merch begins here, in our online store! If you haven't already got yourself some "mad" clothing to sport, then you've come to the right place. This merch will be available for purchase until August 4th. They[read more]


It’s Growing up diagonally
At 64 and remembering
September 11
(Not specifically because
Cousin Ricki
Was there…).

It’s the tick-tacking accuracy
Of whether anthrax spores
Are absorbed
In our
Morning coffee…

Pseudo market forces.
PC hackers:
(Con amore)
Or – tri-lingual brokers
Ensnared by
A crust of
Bullion rising

That collars the phrase
… We become
What we

Recently Published

A Drunken Regret

You’ll just have to find some middle ground

someone tells me

but i am a pendulum in full swing
and the middle comes fast and frequently
and leaves just[read more]

Lava Bits Dancing: Lovers’ Lament

Lava bits dancing, dancing, dancing,
Flame fingers dancing all dark long.
Learning page prancing, prancing, prancing,
Lessons from prancing all dark long.
Lamenting romance, romance, romance,
Woodland copse romance all[read more]


The garbage piled up at the curb
Always says hello to me whenever I stride
Out of a morning
Moving away from my home

Maybe it’s the pink sunglasses
Or[read more]

I Was Here First

I Was Here First

People leaving the stairwell entry in the front row of the bullring’s top tier kept stopping to admire the view, moving on when hearing: “Fucking move!” When Mohican screamed, he stood up. He had stood up a lot. He was in the front row beside the entry. “You’re in the fucking way!” he belched, for the twenty-fifth time. Stunned faces spun, seeing Mohican, before moving on. Mohican's pale face’s hairy, black mole adorned an inflamed cheek, his Mohican like an outraged bird’s plume upon his pudgy head. “Fucking move!” he screamed again, his victim spinning[read more]
Night at The Dakota

Night at The Dakota

Nobody likes “the professor,” but he does throw great parties. Lots of good-looking yuppies, excellent food and an open bar. A distinguished professor of psychology at the City University, he owns a huge apartment in The Dakota, a landmarked building on Central Park West. He never could have afforded it on his salary but he earns substantial royalties from his pop psychology books. They include such titles as Relations That Last Forever, How to Make Great First Impressions, and Anger Management for Dummies. You would think that the professor would have a[read more]
The Other End of the Bar

The Other End of the Bar

Jesus! What am I doing! Robert thought to himself. It was midday and he was alone in his tiny room with his mind in the salt shaker. He is quite strong. He benches 280 and arm curls 130. He is a writer who just lifts weights for something to do. He has been watching a lot of mixed martial arts lately. He loves it. It’s so logical. The most focused, best skilled, strongest person nearly always wins: it just makes so much sense. He wonders about art: Why is it like[read more]