Synchronized Chaos November 2017: Embracing Change in a World in Flux

Our world, on a small and large scale, is constantly in flux. Many things around us are more complex than we realize, even our own psyches. Several contributors illustrate people’s extensive, often nonlinear, thoughts, reflecting the identities we are constantly creating and forming. Xuan Ly’s prose and poetry points out how much goes on behind the scenes […]

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Christopher Bernard’s serial novel Amor i Kaos

Christopher Bernard’s novel Amor I Kaos: Installment 4   —But they are. Even beyond the last hope of imagining. For example: ecstatic redemption. Love given, love received, in mutual rhythms of thrill and calm. Freedom without despair. Youthfulness without stupidity or disintegration. A quiet doom. Those fledglings out of the pocket of whatever had been […]

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

  Fall, A Time of Harvest    Fall, a time of harvest,              scarecrows in fields of corn.   The moon is bright and full with   Dark clouds moving slowly across making   It a bewitching sight to behold.   There is an aura of magic in the season–   A time of change! […]

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Poetry from Siraj Sabuke

i eat night. i eat night as would a child a hundred year hungry to quicken the arrival of dawn for he is the chariot that brings my mother home from the abattoir father calls room we are three children ‘in my father’s house’ i the oldest is twelve. what kills me at home is […]

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Poetry from Sequoia Hack

Experiencing China   你好 。欢迎你们来中国。 Nǐ hǎo. Huānyíng nímen dào zhōngguó. Hello, and welcome to the People’s Republic of China. Today, the temperature outside will be ninety-five degrees and there will eighty-seven percent humidity in the air. Head left to go to metro. Head right to go to Chang’an Avenue.   To celebrate the end […]

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Poetry from Kaia Hobson

Bangs by Kaia Hobson   i could cut your hair like that again just run away from me scissors in hand following you and your giggles that quickly turn to screams when i grasp those curly brown locks and snip what i can i leave what is best before you wriggle your way out of […]

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Flash fiction from Luna Acorcha

Did you Hear? “Did you wake up last night to the dry brush of the wheels too low to touch?” “No Ma, I woke up to the pants of tired chubby sick children who have crusty liquid in their lungs.” Ma touched her toes, then reached to touch this sky. “And the night before, did […]

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