The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
••• The Mad Gallery •••
The Son of Man ~ Fernando Carpaneda
To see all Fernando’s wonderfully madly mysterious works, as well as our other resident artists (50 and counting!) take a virtual stroll thru Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! (Stay tuned for a NEW featured artisté coming your way soon!)
••• The Poetry Forum •••
This past week on Mad Swirl’s Poetry Forum… we penned a part with hand on heart; we hoped to exult in a good result; we shiver tripped from bag unzipped; we Rashomon’d a diamond; we climbed a stair to falls not there; we observed life’s ease when Japanese; we love presumed would fill a room. That’s the thing to make us sing, right? ~ MH Clay
I Want to Be in Rooms Full of People I Love by Isaiah Vianese
after Alex Dimitrov’s “The Why”
The weather changes of its own accord.
We worry about the record heat
but go dancing anyway.
My friend says, “When did I see you last?
Has it really been two months?”
Yet, the love linking us
does not care about time.
An old poem keeps coming back to me–
one I never shared with you–
in which I turn on the stairs to see a beau
standing in his doorway,
and I can feel the electricity between us.
Friends. Lovers. I want to fill these rooms
with everyone I hold close,
their beautiful voices chatting away.
Can I tell you about this really great hug?
It was a few months ago. After dinner,
my friend and I walked along the park
on a muggy April night,
but he pulled me in close.
It felt like we were suspended in the spring air,
rising up and up
while my head rested on his shoulder,
all the trees and apartment buildings
just specks beneath our feet.
He asked, “Too tight?”
and all I could say was, “No, no,”
as our arms made
perfect circles around each other,
keeping us safe
for as long as we stayed there.
November 11, 2023
editors note: Yes! Here’s to your room full. – mh clay
Capybara Morning by Jeff Grimshaw
Through morning mist
To scatter oranges
Around and in
The maple tub,
To twist the spigot,
Fill it up,
The steam will carry
Will wake & pad
Down mountain path,
Misty morning bath
Then, warm (and soaking
& vanish back
Into the mist
November 10, 2023
editors note: Oh, to be pampered like Kapibara-san. – mh clay
HAVING VISITED MCWAY FALLS by Guest Poet M. J. Arcangelini
“At least you can hear it.” The young man scoffed,
passing us on his return from the lookout. A dense fog
had followed us down the coast from north of Point Sur,
and was, here, asserting its power, its dominance over
this high, anxious cove caught unaware by these guests,
unprepared to be gracious, with a reluctant welcome,
and unable to show off this treasure, the plunging water.
Aging lovers, determined to be filled with wonder,
gaze out at the fog-draped cliffs and the place where
the falls should be and pick out, carefully, the darker
white of the water behind the fog, the vertical line
from cliff’s edge to the low tide beach and, being
quiet, listen, beneath the din of conversation from
other seekers, for the muted roar of the falls, the
song of water leaping and falling over the edge.
The sort of sound wherein Jeffers might detect the
power of the earth and Basho might hear a haiku.
November 9, 2023
editors note: If we can’t sense it, is it really there? – mh clay
Signs of the Future in 1962 by Marianne Szlyk
After B-1 (1962) by Matsumi Kanemitsu
Focus on the pendant: diamond shape
wrapped in gold foil trimmed
with lavender silk embroidered
with a sunset-colored flying fish.
Focus on the pendant: the one solid object
in this neighborhood of memories
the one light in late late dusk
as factory workers shuffle past.
Focus on the pendant: dangling
from venetian blinds the one trinket
seen in tenement windows while
the last bubbe tends dusty plants
sings Yiddish to them.
November 8, 2023
editors note: Temporal star gazing. (See the art that inspired the poem here). – mh clay
Snug by Pete Mladinic
In a tent
close space between you and the ground
for warmth. A sleeping bag and under it
layered blankets, a quilt for softness—you’ll
be warm as I was that New Year’s Eve,
no cold air between what I was on and in.
When I unzipped the bag I dressed quick
and stepped out, 2003, high desert, Taurus
Mesa. Five above zero. A fire of mesquite
blazing, a path lined by rocks led to a rim.
Over the canyon crows flew, their gurgles
like bubbles in an office water cooler.
November 7, 2023
editors note: Unzip your bag and step out from your snug… – mh clay
What is the report? by Hem Raj Bastola
From centuries to invent:
A course of journey.
To advance, to detect.
Time and space.
A test tube is
Standing, waiting for a result.
Waiting for a report.
In the laboratory of life
Lab technician said
Handing over a paper
Here you know!
what is the report?
There it was written
November 6, 2023
editors note: We would rather arrest a report than read this ruling. – mh clay
Writer by Paul Hostovsky
I carry a pen
in my shirt pocket
mostly it’s just
a pen in a shirt pocket
but once in a while
it leaks through
and makes an indelible
mark over my heart
and when that happens
people are moved
to put their hands
over their own hearts
and exclaim that my pen
actually had them believing
if only for a moment
that it was a matter
of life and death
November 5, 2023
editors note: What’s it matter to you? – mh clay
••• Short Stories •••
This week’s featured read, “Head Against A Wall“ by Michael Tyler, puts “short” in short story! Clocking in at 158 words, the best way to tease it is to share Tyler Malone’s editorial comment:
We know there are secrets inside of us. If only, somehow, we could see them. Somehow.
See what hidden secrets those might be, if only, somehow you can move your cursor right here!
One Way Out ~ Tyler Malone
••• Mad Swirl Press •••
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