The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.31.21

The Best of Mad Swirl : 07.31.21
"We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men." Herman Melville ••• The Mad Gallery ••• Ojos Locos V - J. Gregory Cisneros Mad Swirl is excited to welcome J. Gregory Cisneros to the our visual stage with some amazing works of art that caught our eyes quickly. Cisneros creates work that has a[read more]

New Featured Artist : J. Gregory Cisneros

New Featured Artist : J. Gregory Cisneros
Mad Swirl is excited to welcome J. Gregory Cisneros to the our visual stage with some amazing works of art that caught our eyes quickly. Cisneros creates work that has a sort of complex simplicity (or simple complexity?), with line work that somehow manages to feel both casual and calculated all at once. He's mastered[read more]

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 08.04.21

Mad Swirl Open Mic : 08.04.21
Join Mad Swirl this 1st Wednesday of August (aka 08.04.21) when we'll once again be doin' the open mic voodoo that we do do at our new home, BARBARA'S PAVILLION! Starting at 7:30pm, join hosts Johnny O & Chris Zimmerly, along with musical mad grooves from ol' school Swirve- Chris & Tamitha Curiel and Gerard Bendicks!)[read more]

NIGHT CANDLES

street lights,
weak and bland,

exposing those
browsing
and
those desiring

gods and
goddesses
loitering,
bending into,
leaning away,
guarding carefully
hushed exchanges

they walk
and turn,
shadows following
to the next light
where hearts wait
to be wanted

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Spring

From every pore of earth and sky

A promise to be kept

Spring

In a knot

Tying together blossom and birds

Sun spirits

curl on April’s shoulders

And rain shadows

Slant across the[read more]

TONIGHT BRINGS MEMORIES OF WHEN IT ALL STARTED

I turn on the night as I
Turn out the light as the
Glow of my laptop is all
I need to fill this place with
Light.[read more]

Makeshift Rituals

my fridge
is only cold
on the bottom shelf

motor’s fucked

I don’t have a place
to put the swelling
or the beers
to take it away

or the hidden truths
I left outside[read more]

The Diamond Sky

The Diamond Sky

I saw her again today, following me. As I turned right on the corner, from a left-side glance, I saw the shiny blue of her shirt. First, she waited a few beats, hoping I wouldn’t notice, then continued slyly walking. Why is she following me? What does she want? She’s been following me for years now. I didn’t feel threatened or worried. Maybe she had something to tell me. A year ago, we came face to face at a drugstore on J Street. She trailed behind me, as she usually does, stopping when I[read more]
Awakenings / Brought Round

Awakenings / Brought Round

Yet as this new-sprung prince of undiscovered sterling qualities made to enter the immense cordon thorn lance-a-lot barricade the thicknightet hedge theurgically parted only to close again after his advance opening into redolent wild roses devoid of their prior barbed prongs. And even these sweetbriars bent aside and gave way until the now-present-prince found himself in my perfumed palace gardens where winds beleaguered not the boughs and all lay in a languorous lull.… Still I lie in the eye, the cyclonic eye, of the hurricane of my élan vital… my name[read more]
Moon Passed Cutting

Moon Passed Cutting

One The moon laid a strip of light on the dark ocean. The reflection was soft except for the crests of the waves catching the light sharp and white. The ocean seemed so quiet. "Nothing." John outlined roughly the shape of the moon. "You don't think it's a little windy out here?" He held up his right hand to gesture at the ocean. "Yeah." John was starting to get the feeling that something was off. "It's supposed to be the moon," John said. The wind blew in slowly. It seemed almost[read more]