Halloween poetry from Joan Beebe

A SPOOKY NIGHT Halloween is coming, A bewitching night, it seems. The parents tell the children, have no fear. And in the dark of the night, lights from some houses gleam Inviting you to come with your pumpkin bag to fill, so you draw near. Of course you have to say, “Trick or Treat”. To […]

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Synchronized Chaos October 2015: In and Out of Time

Welcome readers to October 2015’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. Our theme this month is In and Out of Time. Our contributors explore how we relate to the dimension of time. What focuses us on the present moment, what helps us remember and causes us to forget, what gets us up and out of ourselves […]

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Poetry from Rui Carvalho

Green Dale of Love My life is a dale: A mystery of green loneliness. A swift breathing with flowers’ flavor, that covers with gold petals, and scattered dreams. And the cold of the night announces sleep, the dark olive green, always classic, the screech owl, always alone, But not a new life: an enchanted and […]

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Ryan Hodge’s Play/Write column: Existential Horror

-Ryan J. Hodge For someone who enjoys a great story, is there anything better than a narrative that engages you from the very start? Imagine a world so rich you can almost smell the scents in the air, a delivery so clever it forces you to think in a way you never thought you would. […]

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Poetry from Rick Hartwell

Home, Heart With warmth of heart entering the scalded fall day, recall – kaleidoscopic drifts of leaves, Brown County, Indiana, smooth sap runnels on firs, Coos Bay, Oregon, taunting northwest snows, Missoula, Montana; not the perversities of a winter foretold, rather the rheostat of transformation, seasons’ sliding dimmer switch. Moment to Moment Little bird tap, […]

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Poetry from Ash Gamble

This Heart   though aged and ravaged though full of blight loves and beats still writes words still about what love used to be The Owl Told Me   We spoke a mile on the back porch.  He tried to teach me how to spin my head.  I tried to teach him how to do […]

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Prose from Sharifa Petersen

Reap ‘TV screen after TV screen drives past and you realise: we’re going to reap just what we sow.’ The young man, eyes peering out curiously, nodded in response to his fellow passenger’s diatribe. Situated at the front of the coach, he stared resolutely ahead whilst the companion fated to him looked darkly through the […]

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Poetry from Rubina Akter

To Be Her Child   You need eyes opened to mayhem, her oldest and newest lacerations, ears that hear slaps of sorrow or shrieks, a nose that detects her bleeding, her hopelessness both of you can taste, a body to witness all of it.   Divine Love A thousand letters of love, was it a thousand? Meticulously […]

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