The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.20.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.20.18
“The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses” Arthur Rimbaud ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Feather in Ice” (above) by featured artist Dan Rodriguez To see ALL of Dan's mad snaps, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.13.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.13.18
“Now the ears of my ears are awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.” e.e. cummings ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Port Mansfield, TX” (above) by featured artist Dan Rodriguez To see ALL of Dan's mad snaps, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.06.18

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.06.18
"I give thanks everyday that I've been able to take my craziness and make it work for me." Fritz Scholder ••• The Mad Gallery ••• “Paris rooftops” (above) by featured artist Dan Rodriguez To see ALL of Dan's mad snaps, as well as our other featured artists, visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week on Mad[read more]

Seeing II

One peculiar condition
I’ve found in this strange life
that when I think I’ve seen it all,
something new comes along
more horrible or beautiful
than I’ve seen before,
renewing my still eager expectation
for continuation.

editors note: Yes! Please, let’s continue. – mh clay

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