Survival Once, I wore a starved body. My subcutaneous fat dissolved and my veins were visible, Strangling my bones like vines on a weathered tree. The bones in my feet protruded; it hurt to walk. My eyes were flat bulbs cloaked in their overgrown sockets, Sluggish and devoid of hope. I conducted like […]
Read MoreLove Apart You held me close to your side in the rise of the setting sun and spoke swiftly to my heart like the tides of the ocean It was nimble! How I savour it, Had those smiles not been perfunctory; Had they not been smiles born of hostilities. We were once great lovers, polarized,cursed […]
Read More*Note* This piece is controversial and Synchronized Chaos does not endorse the content, nor does it take any political stance. We’ve posted it to encourage discussion. Shalom! When I listen to the Beastie Boys at this age I can’t help but feel nostalgic They were a gleaming light in the garbage pile […]
Read More——————————————————————————– the road to oblivion another drink on the road to oblivion all poetic souls are tortured as much as they allow themselves to be most of us have a safe word only the crazy ones go full throttle into the torture and find a way to enjoy it […]
Read MoreCall a Priest, My Father Said My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contribution envelope was always filled out the night before, sealed and propped against the salt shaker on […]
Read MoreA scale factor reveals how much a map has been adjusted to depict a much larger or smaller reality. Are the places shown ten times bigger than they appear, or twenty times smaller? This month’s Synchronized Chaos contributions explore life at different scales. Photos and poems focus in on fragments of the body or of […]
Read MoreLooking In How easy to feel the weight of choice, mutually with the burden of circumstance. Childhood ripens then wilts, and in your unguarded hands, only shades of poverty-stricken summers remain; enormous & unavoidable. What is real is not always the same as what is eternal, yet those days, when overabundant with love, […]
Read MoreSynchronized Chaos International Magazine interviews Akinmade Zeal here so that he can describe his inspirations and thoughts in more detail. Please provide some background on your pieces that would help someone from outside Nigeria understand your two poems. The first of my poems, Father and Son, as I have said, is a poem that talks […]
Read Moremother nature is the best squatter she doesn’t ask permission she doesn’t fill out any paperwork she doesn’t care about regulations all she does it tap tap tap gently at the windows so softly that you in all your busy human hurry may not notice if there is no answer, after a time, she lets […]
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