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Michelle Meijs’ Dreamscape Images

Michelle Meijs combines traditional and digital media. She creates the initial drawings with pencil on paper and the circulism shading technique, then the image is scanned and replicated with a graphics pen & tablet. She has no formal art training, so is self-taught and learns through trial & error. At the moment, she’s exploring other media such as watercolors and gauche, and will take her drawings to a new stage in the future.  A few of her works have been featured in a graphics novel, and on a music CD album cover.

Michelle was born in Jamaica, but has resided in Curacao since 1990. She had her first art exhibition here in Curacao last November, and is now preparing new works for an “Island Theme” show.

You may find Michelle’s art and contact/purchase information here: http://www.thenightvisions.net

"State of Polarity"

"State of Polarity"

"The Healing"

"The Healing"

"Hope"

"Hope"

 

 

Synchronized Chaos’ August Submissions

 

Sparkle
by Inez Romanescu
 
 
Eyes of desire
Radiating love so strong
It tans my skin
Warms chilled bones
Too selfish of me
To keep for myself
 
A flowerless man
Rejected and declined
Tries to capture
Food and comfort
Ultimately to find
Joy in that look
 
Men lit by monitors
Feeds of convenience
Unnourished
Posting ads on sites
Desperately searching
For ocular glow
 
Little girl abused
Grown up broken, now
Self-exploiting
Sassy cynic, still
Vulnerable to that look
If she finds it
 
I’ve done nothing
More deserving than they
But your love lit here
I, made diamond bright
Reflect facets for those
Needing a sparkle

 

— Inez Romanescu

 

your coat of sugar is long gone
that trail of poison is so evident, don’t make me tell you another time
i can’t have succubus
i can’t have judah
i can’t have cling-on
i can’t have slime
gnash your teeth all you like you are
not going to infiltrate my life
go wrap those claws around another specimen
we are done here

and here is another little short sample:

i am falling like an empire
i am starting to enjoy that sensation of falling. leaves
rain love
these things are good
and they fall
i will ride a sun beam
all the way the bottom

and here is a little piece that i wrote about gender:

i want to wear lipstick 
and blush and eye liner
and thick gobs of mascara
really caked on
then wipe it all off and
scream:
fuck your beauty standards i am
fabulous with out face paint
i want to wear baby doll dresses
under trenchcoats with
a top hat
and 3 days stubble
commando of course
i like my hair short so
when i go out in my tight tight jeans and
pretty scarves and ambiguous shoes
 people see me from
behind they don’t really
know what to expect they
could think im a dyke
or a girly man
or something else
or or or.
i like it this way
blurry
i like it this way
hard to define
someone on the bus
said what is he
haha
what are you

— D.B. Smith, free verse poet

 

But boy,
i sense your presence but why don’t you see me?
i feel like crying, yet my eyes are dry.
You always said no one was there,
But i was,
acting as a shadow,
walking behind you..

A photo can say a thousand things
your face always has me stoned,
and i was always, as usual, lost for words.
But i believe a photo could show a story of who we were,
but do you still remember me? (i hoped)
 

Father, father were you ever there?
i sense your presence everywhere.
I tried to dream of you, really hard.
But sometimes they say,
people try to hard,
yet get nowhere

I wished, there was a bridge between you and me.
That i don’t have to be dead to cross over.

Surrounded by people but truly so alone
People going and coming,
Losing myself bit by bit,
in this world full of ugliness
Its no wonder why people nod and agree.
why dying could be a bliss.

BUT THEY SAY.
Time can heal a broken heart,
time can nurse a wound as well.

but why couldn’t time allow me to forget you?
& time should also,
let me be at rest,
and let this pain,
slowly walk away.

 Dreams were dreamt
yet they were dashed,
since everyone knew no one was perfect,
why bother?

 Fiona Soh – writer from Singapore, her work is available here: http://community.livejournal.com/poetssociety/3373882.html

Odysseus

Dorothy Hickson

Odysseus, come lash me to the mast
That burns priapic on the deck – make taut
The ropes; secure me ’til the danger’s past.
I have no safeword; every word is fraught.

 

Faintly begin the raptor maiden moans –
Now keep the rudder straight, and rowers pull!
Lest sunken wrecks and coral-coated bones
Scuttle my ragged clause and hole your hull.

 

The deafened seamen toil fore and aft
Past monstrous hybrids singing, each to us –
It’s too late to reverse this fragile craft,
So lash me to your mast, Odysseus!

 

I need the Sirens’ music in my ears
More than I need to be the one who steers
.

 

Dorothy Hickson is a writer and yoga junkie living in Columbia Heights, D.C. She has a day-job proofreading radio transcripts and scribbles madly on the subway. You can go to www.dorothyhickson.com/tumult.html for a few more scraps of her writing. She is currently seeking a publisher for her first novel.

 

 

Fran Laniado is a graduate of Bard College. She’s had several day jobs, but writing is her passion. Her work has appeared in publications including Verse Noir, Pure Talent Online, OperaOnline.us, and New Works Review. She is honored to be a part of Synchronized Chaos.


The Smell of Onions

 

 Fran Laniado

     

Fran Laniado is a graduate of Bard College. She’s had several day jobs, but writing is her passion. Her work has appeared in publications including Verse Noir, Pure Talent Online, OperaOnline.us, and New Works Review. She is honored to be a part of Sychronized Chaos.
      

Lucia hated onions. She hadn’t always. She could faintly remember a time in her childhood, when the smell of her mother cooking onions was a comforting, pleasant sensation. But it had been warm then. The onions were not cold but spiced with the secrets of her mother’s recipe. That had been when she was a child. When she still saw them as food- as a mere vegetable and not the bane of her existence.

             Her hatred had developed over the course of the past eighteen months, working with them; unloading them from the picker’s crates and loading them into the boxes in which they would be shipped to the markets. Working twelve to fourteen hours a day, her eyes had finally stopped tearing up, but the smell had seeped into all of her clothing. It had invaded her pores. No matter how much she scrubbed in the tiny cold shower that her employer provided her and Pedro with, she couldn’t rid herself of the subtlest remnants of its reek.

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Creating Abundance through Imagination


We’ve received a great variety of submissions so far and have nearly 12-15 artists’ work to include in the August issue. Thanks to everyone who has submitted or contributed in any other way – and we accept submissions at any time to my email address, cedeptula@sbcglobal.net for this or upcoming issues.

Many of our artists sell prints of their work online, or are in the process of finding publishers and agents for longer written works. We will provide links and information regarding this once the webzine goes up, and we strongly encourage you to contact our artists regarding purchasing their work.

We also own the www.synchchaos.org domain and will redirect people here soon.
In terms of putting our title into action, discovering a theme from all of the ‘random’ works submitted…that of course is up to readers and contributors also, but what I’ve noticed is a trend towards creative uses of various materials and sources from which to draw inspiration. Emily Chimiak’s scientific background informs her evocative paintings, reflecting the internal thermal molecular movement of objects around us. Fran Laniado’s short story is inspired by the hardships and disorientation, yet strong sense of family love and loyalty of Mexican migrant workers – and the plot concept hit her during an academic lecture she attended. Siiri Kohonen’s combined digital images reflect shapes, colors, and images from daily life which he finds interesting or surprising and picks out to modify and explore. Artists are innovating new sources for creative inspiration, and new ways to draw upon familiar ones.

This concept is refreshing now with the media and our daily experiences with the economic downturn sending us constant messages of fear regarding terrorism, environmental crises, wars, shortages, financial crises, etc where we are tempted to give up, to shrink our creativity and focus just on protecting ourselves.

However, the international artists in August’s Synchronized Chaos issue have shown, through a wide variety of projects, that the everyday moments, natural and human-made phenomena, tragedies, and challenges facing our world can be transformed through art and curiosity into positive opportunities for growth and invention. The Virunga Artisans, a group of basket weavers and carvers in east/central Africa profiled in this issue, represent a path towards wildlife conservation that also encourages dignified creative work for the area’s locals. They offer a creative alternative to the binary thinking which so often gets people stuck: animals OR people, progress OR traditional culture, etc and illustrate an innovative, rather than paralyzing, response to the fears of mountain gorilla extinction or of facing dire poverty in the region.

Perhaps inspiring people to choose creative growth rather than self-shrinkage in the face of personal, societal, and ecological fears and challenges is one of the crucial functions of art. Perhaps it is our writers, our painters, our playwrights, our graphic designers, our scientists and dreamers and inventors who can encourage us to transform our fear into an impetus for useful adaptation to a new era. And perhaps it is they who can lead the way in inspiring a more compassionate, inclusive future by promoting the creative ability to imagine another’s perspective, to put ourselves in another living creature’s place.

I take this opportunity to thank everyone who has already contributed to August’s feast of creative abundance, and encourage people to continue submitting for future issues and to pull themselves up a chair and enjoy the banquet!

— Cristina Deptula, Creative Facilitator

 

Synchronized Chaos Webzine coming very soon!

Hello interested webzine readers – our Synchronized Chaos site should be up very soon. Our webdesigner, Tabitha Smith (www.tabithagracesmith.com) is currently customizing the site. Please comment and let me know if any of you are interested in assisting with updating the website once it goes up and I will have you added as a site admin.

Such a great variety of submissions – looking forward to the July/August issue! We’ve received rhymed/metered and free verse poetry, prose, and visual art, and I’ve written up an interview with someone from the Virunga Artisans, a fair trade art/household goods business cooperative in central Africa. This has become truly an international project, as our first round of artists hail from every continent except Antarctica and Australia (so far.)

Very grateful for and humbled by the time and effort people have put into crafting quality submissions for Synchronized Chaos, and by contributors’ willingness to share the interesting, unique stories behind their work. I encourage any literary agent or publishing house editor who may come across this magazine to consider the artists here for publication. Many of our contributors have larger works completed or in progress for which they seek representation or publication, and I can certainly vouch for their talent and dedication.

As always, the most valuable and rewarding aspect of helping put Synchronized Chaos together has been developing relationships with highly talented and creative people. It is a privilege to have the chance to meet and talk with each of the contributors and I wish them well in their further artistic and other pursuits.

Every field of work or study can be pursued with creativity and ingenuity, whether the work is traditionally considered ‘art’ or not – and I hope perusing the other works in this magazine will provide additional inspiration and support for the creative endeavors of our contributors and readers.

A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing. — William Dobell

Thank you again for helping in the creation of Synchronized Chaos, which has become a living thing in itself through the process of combining our joint efforts.