The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.28.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.28.20
"Art is the skin of the soul." Alex Grey ••• The Mad Gallery ••• what do you see? - Madelyn Olson To see more of Maddi's mad new cast of diverse characters & canvases, as well as our other former featured artists (51 in total) at Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.02.20

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 12.02.20
Join Mad Swirl Open Mic THIS 1st Wednesday of the December (aka 12.02.20), as we once again whirl up the Swirl VIRTUALLY, opening the mic for all you Mad ones out there! Maximizing the powers of technology & broadcasting from Big D & blastin' off into the interwebs! Starting at 7:30pm (CST), join hosts Johnny O[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.21.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 11.21.20
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glass beard

I am a circle in the broom room
I am the random floyd of the feathers

normal ice and we are earrings
were you a sponsored chicken?

the secret age of the heavens
the shape of the canceled apple

the rotten wink
this beef is the arthur of the dollar

this is the ness
the dallas glass

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