Synchronized Chaos February 2016: Innocence and Maturity

Welcome to February, the month of Valentine cards and pink candy hearts and Cupids for some, and dark humor and hopefully self-love for others. Hopefully, this month will also herald warmer weather for those Northern areas besotted with blizzard snowfall. Our issue this month focuses on innocence and maturity, with some submissions reflecting straightforward childlike […]

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Ryan Hodge’s Play/Write column

-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 Michael Robinson

Around Three AM inspired by Bob Kaufman’s Around Midnight It has always been around 3Am, when the knock on the door awakens me. A mystery even to that about what life is not, Life is not a single word or phrase. The electrodes are glued to my temples, I feel nothing for years, Look at […]

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Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

Joe Klingler’s suspense novel Missing Mona Missing Mona is an excellent detective/suspense novel. It is about a car mechanic who takes off in his Turbo Bronze Barracuda to drive cross country to Los Angeles. As he is leaving he picks up a beautiful hitchhiker named Mona. What follows takes Tommy on the adventure of his […]

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Poetry from Akor Emmanuel Oche

QUALMS . Wrap the sea around the neck of this pregnant virgin, She would never be satisfied. Let the forest starve of trees. Even if mountains adorn the cap of oasis oh her barren head, high into the frosty silver heavens. This pregnant virgin would not be satisfied, for a heart heavy with love’s child […]

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Poetry from Ogana Okpah

GUYS ARE RED. These pretty girls choose John to them, he is the only guy in town. Yes he is: the red guy, with the red car and on red light and because he is red, he is hot i warned them pherhaps, he could be pepper red they wouldn’t listen now John is gone […]

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Poetry and a story from Tony Glamortramp

Recipe for a snow day by Tony “Glamortramp” LeTigre Wake to find the world is white (better late than never) Campus closed (first bottle of wine) One somewhat dissatisfying cigar One relationship broken by phone Fine cheese and greasy good chicken (second bottle of wine) Shy sky blushing blood at the magic below Several bad […]

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