Synchronized Chaos August 2018: Dichotomies

Welcome, readers, to the ten-year-anniversary of Synchronized Chaos Magazine! This publication has lasted over the years due to the creativity and resourcefulness of many people from around the world who have contributed graphic design, editing, monthly editorial letters, technical support, web hosting – and regular, faithful sets of writing and art each month. Thank you […]

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Poetry from Sylvia Ofoha

CALL OF THE SUN…..   Staring out the window, Hoping for a new sun to come, Sun that can blind the darkness from within, And raise its rays above the clouds of the roof, Illuminating the grounds beneath.   I stood there praying for him to come back to me, Hands closed like that of […]

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Poetry from Karen Mitchell

I am the one who floats, carefree among the chaos of the world. As the hordes swim by playing follow the leader, without a true leader. I stand outside. I don’t follow the crowd. I follow the ebb and flow of my own tide. Floating in the serene, tranquil ocean. Moving as the ocean would […]

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Poetry from Kahlil Crawford

_/\/\/\/boulder flatirons; airplane visions, literary dive bars, book shop dust. >micheline murals on mission; vans veer across van ness up to haight where noel strums upon his flatbed__

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Poetry from Ahmad Al-Khatat

Lips of Sweetness Sweetness of lips talk nothing but kind words as if you were reading verses from the heaven when those lips draw near me in bed I hear the echoes of lovers from the distance of moon Back to desires, you are the first one blue-eyed lake in dark, like your eyes all […]

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Poetry from Robert Allan Beckvall

Stories From the Home Road The escort was working with folks that had been ordered into a program for sexual offenders, and this is what they wrote: Three Works By The Escort and Friends   Four kids from Brockton High decided to go to the haunted house where a family was murdered: They decided to […]

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Poetry from Michael Lee Johnson

Old Men Walk Funny (V2)               Old men walk funny with shadows and time eating at their heels. Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, then most die. They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their social security checks bank account numbers, dwell on whether they […]

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Poetry from Kirsty Niven

Portraits After ‘A Likeness’ I don’t own an image, any proof that you lived: not a poorly drawn sketch or a blurred photograph. There is no framed canvas in vibrant oil colours, the master of the place. No portrait to take pride in. There are no stormy eyes glaring above the fireplace, that would judge […]

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Poetry by John Robbins

         Sport He always was the odd duck. He preferred a good conversation to senseless noise. He read books over choosing to sit endless hours in front of a TV screen. He always spoke like some throwback in the old black and white films. He called all the boys sport. Most didn’t understand him and […]

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