The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.16.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.16.19
“I'm always writing and reflecting on life. I want to suck it all in.” Jeff Buckley ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Untitled (from the series "Wiring Simplified") ~ R. Keith To see ALL of R's crazy collages, as well as our other featured artists (45 total!), visit our Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum...[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.09.19

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.09.19
“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.” Carl Sagan ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Untitled (from the series "Wiring Simplified") ~ R. Keith This month we welcome back one of our favorites (though admittedly it’s hard to pick ‘favorites’ when it comes to the gallery), the great R. Keith. Combining[read more]

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 11.06.19

Note of Gratitude to the Mad Ones : 11.06.19
This past 1st Wednesday of November (aka 11.06.19) Mad Swirl once again whirled up our open mic madness! Once again we did our thang at the historic Top Ten Records! HUGE GRATS to them for opening their arms to us Mad ones & shout out to all you mad poets, performers, artists and musicians who helped[read more]

Sometimes Miracles Happen

For years, it was the same.
The headphones rode your head
As you rode the swivel of your chair.
Manning the controls of your computer,
You were a pilot in space somewhere.

Or you whirled in a trance
Around our kitchen,
Creating a feast out of a mess.

Or you lounged with the lizards
On our backyard deck,
Dreamily surveying your gardens
And your inner landscape.
You were in the zone.

I boomed “TONYYY!!”

Or I sent out a tender “Tonyla.”

Even nudged my lips to your earlobe, “Sweetheart.”

Sometimes you answered. Sometimes not.

And then.
Something new happened.
I didn’t notice it at first.
I don’t know how or why or when or where,
It just happened.

A pattern emerged to my awestruck wonderment.
A trick. A charm.
A name that embraced both endearment & annoyance.

All I have to do is slip its two syllables into my mouth
And blow their magic straight to your ears,
“JACKASS!”

And you say, “WHAAAT?!” Or you say, “Yes, my darling, yes.”
And then we talk. And it is good.

– Sigrid Bergie Feliciano

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Their science
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I believe God is a woman. Why do I think God is a woman? The creator of all living things? I think it happened after the accident (I’ll get to that later on). For the longest time I tried to understand my own purpose. I used to look up at the stars and feel somehow I was in the wrong place. Gnostics believe in the Sophia Code, or the Sophia Energy which is a fractal energy, an all-encompassing energy field which is God. An energy where the creator exists which in[read more]