Synchronized Chaos November 2016: Resilience in a Capricious Universe

Synchronized Chaos November 2016: Resilience in a Capricious Universe Welcome, family and friends, to November’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. Sending honor and respect to the departed for those who celebrate Day of the Dead or Samhain, and prayers for abundance for those marking American Thanksgiving. This month we acknowledge the unpredictable nature of our […]

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Poetry from Vijay Nair

Beware of friendship Barking dogs all friends not My bitten flesh his poisoned teeth Iago my plague everywhere France first massacred St. Bartholomew Statecraft of duplicity scheming dark Machiavellian my Italian downfall a fool Othello slew Desdemona, naive my genius Unallowed conscience fo’r mach four test Tongue his, a boneless strong To break enough a […]

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Story from Michael Robinson

Prostitutes and Keyholes Dedicated to my friend and mentor Philip F. Deaver and Angelic Edwards This story contains heartfelt, deep, important, but adult content. Please feel welcome to click to read more.

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Poetry from M. Spear

Pile of Person   They gather up in piles on the street corners, begging for a stop. No one ever stops. Begging for a question no one is asking. Might as well be miles away to the rest of us. Immune   I’m no longer letting them get under my skin. I’m no longer listening […]

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Poetry from Jenny Santellano

Life Inside the Bars of Cognitive Madness Squeeze in squeeze out I usher the bad thoughts from my natural state of depression past my current state of delusion, crushing fragments of my black skull along the way Today I risk the release of the aforementioned bond in exchange for a cush pillow and a cozy […]

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Short story from JD DeHart

Joe Bell, 2014 The swirling dark eddies of the stream must have been some form of invitation to the padding of the child’s feet. There was a rustle followed by a splash while the house with its dim lights slept. That is all I want to say about that, for some acts are not a […]

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Poetry from Mark Schwartz

  Off an alley in North Beach, I spent my boyhood aspirations. Smoking weed in Kerouac Alley and drinking from pitchers of beer in Specs spewing words onto a page. Some of the words came true, others melted like candle wax over a bridal bouquet. I got divorced from that son of a bitch who […]

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

The Clock   Finely Fretted –   Lacey Cuts,   Tall and Commanding,   It stands in 3D and is   A Work of Art   But overpowering–   An Illusion of a Time Long Ago.

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