Synchronized Chaos August 2015: Cruel, Sweet Beauty

Welcome readers to August 2015’s issue of Synchronized Chaos International Magazine. Shelby Stephenson’s review of poet Hilda Downer gives us our month’s theme, ‘cruel, sweet beauty,’ when describing Downer’s use of language. Her words and turns of phrase are at once lovely and tragic because they give readers a taste for more but do not […]

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Poetry from Saddiq Dzukogi

1. CURSE ‎I break the curse like a kola bitter as the kiss of an enemy I suffer from the saliva poison coated with candy sweetness I break the curse like a wall standing as distance between the hole and the pole of virgin lovers Over it I die tasting what has long been hidden […]

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Essay by glamortramp

ADVENTURE AT THE OREGON COUNTRY FAIR 2015 by glamortramp The Road There   Thursday 1p on July 9, one day before the event kickoff, I caught my ride to the Oregon Country Fair site with a girl who replied to my rideshare request on Craigslist. Emily, let’s call her. She had two other girls as […]

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Essay from Joan Beebe

ON STAGE I guess my first introduction to the stage was when I was a girl scout and my role was that of the Prince’s Herald in a play called Cinderella in Flower Land.  As a 7th grader, it was a fascinating experience. Many years ago, after graduation from high school, I was persuaded by […]

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Cristina Deptula reviews a talk on the next generation of biofuels by Deepti Tanjore and Ning Sun at Oakland’s Chabot Space and Science Center

— by Cristina Deptula Last month for our volunteer enrichment Deepti Tanjore and Ning Sun of the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory came to share with us about the next generation of biofuels. According to Tanjore and Sun, last year the United States spent $274 billion on biofuels and created 14.5 billion gallons and 280,000 jobs. […]

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Shelby Stephenson reviews the work of poet Hilda Downer

SHELBY STEPHENSON HILDA DOWNER (August 27, 1956 – )                   The gravitational pull of our ancestry, the part of us that killed the Cherokee, the part of us that is the Cherokee, we drag through seconds of a concentration camp, medieval wars in single red gulp. From […]

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Poetry from Tony Longshanks LeTigre

AT LAST OUR WAYWARD SON GRASPS THE GLORY OF FIREWORKS     “Happy Fourth, baby,” said a woman I didn’t know, as we passed one another on the Hawthorne bridge   (See, being nice is cool: you Californians should try it some time*)   This isn’t usually my thing, either— this jingoistic pageant of stars […]

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