Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.05.19

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 06.05.19
In case you missed the scoop shared at this past Mad Swirl Open Mic, the Regal Room has closed its doors & left us once again, without a home... But if there is one thing Mad Swirl is, it's tenacious! The mad winds have once again guided us to our new home (our 5th in 15[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.18.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.18.19
“Great artists are people who find the way to be themselves in their art.” Margot Fonteyn ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Lobster Quadrille ~ Sharon O'Callaghan Shero Once again, it's been great to have Sharon O'Callaghan Shero featured in our Gallery. We look forward to what she delivers to us next time! Until then, stay tuned to see who Mad[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.11.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 05.11.19
“I don't like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life.” Frank Stella ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Lobster Quadrille ~ Sharon O'Callaghan Shero To see ALL of Sharon's wonderful Wonderland snaps, as well as our other featured artists (45 total!), visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This[read more]

On Becoming a Specter

A plain’s homestead, Depression’s own
splintery gray like driftwood
washed up on this prairie of tall grass,
corn yellow and wind dented.

This house husk of whistling slats
and many wrenchings molders
a baby’s bed and a browning
stove of metastasizing rust
and a flour sack curtain blanched
thin and cloud-white from
an overmuscled sun.

A scarecrow’s bones have I
throwing a stick silhouette against
this shambled phantasm as we two
melt into smudgy clots
of the darkening night.

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1000 Ghosts

1000 ghosts haunting
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every gas station

1000 ghosts behind
every locked door

each one of them is me
I know
but it’s nice to be reminded
for distraction’s sake

past lives
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Sick Eyes

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The Age of Thunder Lizards

The age of thunder lizards is over
Let songbirds take the air
Liars in Chief don’t apologize on the border
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Peter Pan of Jazzland

Peter Pan of Jazzland

His name was Billy Ray, and he was anything but country. Billy Ray was the Peter Pan of the jazz scene during the 80s in Oklahoma City. The bass player had come of age in the 60s during the birth of free jazz. It was then he had found his religion and never strayed from the altar of Miles, Monk and Coltrane. Billy Ray drove to gigs in a beat-up 1963 Volkswagen van. The van was a temple that housed his holy instruments. Eight basses in all, stand up and electric,[read more]
Fast Asleep

Fast Asleep

Excerpts from Sleeping Beauty The princess speared her palm on the spindle cusp of the spinning spinning wheel and fell down senseless in a death-like swoon. The old crone started in alarm and tried to undo the damage the spindle prick had done but all her qualms cries pat-a-caking rock-a-bye-babying rub-a-dub-dubbing Mother Goosing ring-around-a-roseying and hey-diddle-diddling failed to arouse the motionless Rosamond who seemed to be beyond revival… In the tower of the royal palace I Rosamond lay latent, alive in lifelessness. The legend of the Sleeping Beauty all dreamers dream and dread[read more]
Some Are Some Also

Some Are Some Also

To Mrs. Johnson: Sort of knowing is not knowing but maybe it’s a start. Hazy black grey knowing warm knowing for sure but no knowing what. What’s the time, said the State Trooper who must have stopped you. Must have been it couldn’t have been me because I am asleep, or should be if not then well—nothing that comes out my mouth to myself which it must be directed to, if  no one’s there, can be trusted—but what if no one’s not there but just the same as no one[read more]