Mad Swirl

"Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it." Emily Dickinson ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Bethemoth 45 - Alan Murphy Mad Swirl welcomes back Alan Murphy to the Mad Gallery with some collage work that truly is a treat to take in. Each piece almost feels like a scavenger hunt when you look at it - taking[read more]

Bethemoth 45 by Alan Murphy Mad Swirl welcomes back Alan Murphy to the Mad Gallery with some collage work that truly is a treat to take in. Each piece almost feels like a scavenger hunt when you look at it - taking in both the entirety of the image portrayed and all the other parts and[read more]

To ALL ye yin & yang hangers, ye yang & yin winners, ye lookers for the new, ye bookers of the blue skies beyond the auld lang syne… ye transformers & reformers & resolved heart warmers came & shook the old & new together to make a “now” like no other at Mad Swirl’s New[read more]

It was six o'clock at night. Irene stressed. Slightly disheveled. Dropped ice cubes. Poured whiskey into a glass and rapidly started stirring. Donald would be coming into the house. She'd heard the garage door open and close. "Where's my drink?" he asked putting down his briefcase. "You know I want it when I get home from work." "I made it. It's on top of the kitchen counter, where I always put it." Irene turned and started to walk out of the room. "Where in the hell do you think you're going? Bring me my drink."[read more]

(Featuring Polly & Molly) Other Characters: Chef Jean-Paul The Ice Man Fifi the Cute French Waitress Harry & Larry Freezer Boy Bob Random Marcy Marcy (does not appear) Cyclops Various narrators & monkeys, who can be played by actors or cardboard cut outs as the budget allows, except where indicated Location: The Walk-in Freezer at the Ritz Carleton, Paris Time: 1930s. Night time. Molly & Polly are counting Chill Packs MOLLY: It’s so cold. I wish we were in a Sunday Comic with an unusual page layout. POLLY: 17… 18… 19… MOLLY: …Four-color panels scattered around the big Sunday Edition page like a deck of cards[read more]

It’s the same scene today as it is every morning: my husband amuses himself with the stock market, the children get dressed for school, I toss up breakfast and the sun streams through the open window. I am in a state of constant dissatisfaction. Frenzy. Turmoil. I walk around with the same unanswered questions. We want our partner to remain the person we met at the altar, as if we could stop time. I want my husband to remain that person who smeared vermilion in the parting of my hair, as if I[read more]