Synchronized Chaos March 2013: Coping with Our Fragility

Readers, contributors, ladies and gents, dancers and twirlers, seamstresses and ruffians, welcome to March 2013’s issue of Synchronized Chaos International Magazine. This month our theme deals with an issue all too familiar to many of us, something common to most life forms on this planet: facing and dealing with our fragility and limitations. “A pontiff […]

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A Calling Out, a poem from Lorene Miller

  A Calling Out   I raise my palms calling out to all available open hearts. I am on a path traveled by many others before me, but my steps are burdened with confusion and conflict. I am certain the salvation of souls, either fur, feathered, scaled or skin is not performed without a cost. […]

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Whose Brain Is It? by Leena Prasad

Whose Brain Is It? by Leena Prasad Presented within the flow of the lives of real people and fictional characters, this is a monthly exploration of how some parts of the brain work. Throw the monkey, I mean the ball… “Give me that spoon,” Adam says and a moment later he is shocked at his […]

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‘Sister Meadow’ and other poetry from Sam Burks

Sister Meadow  I found a place in the dwindling meadow, a sanctuary strong standing boldly fixtured under a hazy sky where future stretch reflects what is in my eyes, defying corruption that creeps up along birthing rivers, over footsteps of mountains cradling streams where my life began, now I take refuge in the tall wild […]

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Essay from Sara Rodriguez: ‘In Memory of D.’

Voices from Solitary: Disciplined Into Madness and Death Reprinted from Solitary Watch, a prisoner rights website http://solitarywatch.com/2013/02/18/voices-from-solitary-disciplined-into-madness-and-death/#more-7819 Feb 18th, 2013 @ 12:27 pm › Voices from Solitary The following essay comes from Sara Rodrigues, a prisoner at Bedford Hills Correctional Facility, a maximum-security prison for women in Westchester, New York. When Sara was sent to […]

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‘Sand Castles’ and Other Poetry from Darren Edwards

Sand Castles I can see the heat rising from your shoulders, translucent waves that climb, and climb, and fly to tickle the feet of God like an ocean wave sneaks up on a child who has spent the day hunting star fish and filling sand castles with ages of imagined royalty, and peasantry, and war, […]

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