The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.11.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.11.20
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” Henry David Thoreau ••• The Mad Gallery ••• "Dreaming" – Sufia Khatoon See all of Sufia’s ponderous paintings, as well as our other former featured artists (50 in total) at Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we made love mint with a[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.04.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.04.20
“Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.” Franz Kafka ••• The Mad Gallery ••• "Crippled" – Sufia Khatoon See all of Sufia’s ponderous paintings, as well as our other former featured artists (50 in total) at Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we begrudged the finality of dashing[read more]

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 07.01.20

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 07.01.20
If you tuned in to Mad Swirl Open Mic​ this past 1st Wednesday (aka 07.01.20), Mad Swirl Open Mic once again virtually whirled up the Swirl and got the Mad mic opened for all you Mad ones out there! We beamed our cyber line-up straight out into the wide world of webs & straight to your[read more]

The Producer at the End of Pre-Production

gorge on whoppers we’re making a movie

this bag of salmon we’re making a movie

sleeping pills we’re making a movie

thirteen hours plus we’re making a movie

I won’t eat pizza we’re making a movie

Caesar salad in the storm we’re making a movie

no one goes home we’re making a movie

watery leftovers we’re making a movie

dropkicked phones we’re making a movie

at the paper cutter we’re making a movie

beets at crafty we’re making a movie

there’s nothing to eat we’re making a movie

thousands of packages we’re making a movie

we’re making the movie Monday what will you be doing

are you going to miss us we’re making the movie

– James Croal Jackson

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During this so-called time of lock-down i’ve
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Pig in a Poke

Pig in a Poke

Tony got up from the hotel bed and yawned as he pulled his Dolce and Gabbana jeans from the desk chair. "Seriously, Helen, do you know that you sound like a pig when we’re sleeping together?” Helen tried to laugh off his latest jibe at her lovemaking. “I can’t help myself, it’s in the genes.” “What does snoring have to do with denim?” Tony said. He snatched his silk underwear and shirt from a neat pile of clothes on the dresser and headed to the bathroom. Tony and Helen had been together only six[read more]
the orange book was an abomination

the orange book was an abomination

The orange book was an abomination. The people working in the shop left it to work its own way ‘round. Shaliqua saw it on one of the tables Thursday morning. When all surfaces were wiped but that table, she abandoned the task in favor of shining spoons. From behind the counter, with her right eye closed, she held each spoon up between her left eye and the orange, landscape soft-cover. Friday, Adam, a frequent patron with thinning dreadlocks, turned the orange cover, which gave more at the white streak crack from[read more]
Trash Vampires

Trash Vampires

Midday bartending is witnessing drinkers begin, then see them end before your night even starts. Ending shift drinks are something to hold to, same as a nurse in aged green scrubs holds to her deep yellow beer. She daydreams, day drinks, and has for two hours. She’s looked towards me but far into her own past. Or into what happens next. “Mind if I grab this seat?” I ask, taking out my phone, feeling cash lumps in my pocket, hoping to discover a night’s reasons to lose generous gifts. “I’m sure I[read more]