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Math Zuppai
triangle progeny
right loves isosceles
obtuse triangle
tangent our love
cosine luv license
trigonometry
parallel lines
protractate draw 2
perpendicular
Robert Fleming lives in Lewes, DE. Published in United States, Canada, England, Ireland, and Australia. Member of the Rehoboth Beach and Horror Writerβs Association. Wins: 2022 San Gabriel Valley CA-1 poem, 2021 Best of Mad Swirl poetry; Nominations: 2 Pushcart Prizes and Best of the Net. Follow Robert: facebook.com/robert.fleming.5030.
icicles hang
from the clothesline
housebound
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only a scarf
where the snowman stood
incessant rain
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twilight
school janitor reties
the snowman's scarf
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Ukraine under siege
shelves of toy soldiers
collecting dust
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Corey D. Cook's sixth chapbook, Junk Drawer, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2022. His poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in *82 Review, Akitsu Quarterly, Black Poppy Review, Duck Head Journal, Freshwater Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, Naugatuck River Review, Nixes Mate Review, and South Florida Poetry Review. Corey lives in East Thetford, Vermont.
Vessel
By Sayani Mukherjee
Kites of uneventful evenings
In the middle ground
Of a sun soaked deadline
Loopholes and pigeonholed
Bricks, cements, chimney sweep brush
Petit heads that surface
Moon phased inner city lights
Log brimmed night towered watch brim
Dainty arrows that come down
Boils into a fightful secrecy
What appears is a vessel
Underneath a giant submarine
Depths deaths numerous tunnels
A cool icy maiden voyage
Angelic frequencies of musing tickets
Law business of stockings and paperwork
Her world, a wimming puddles
Cabins are smudges smitten by a car crash ride
Twin towers bin bucket
Of lake house high
Mornings are chimney sweep
Parrots stricken blue tapestry
Leftist rights and insights
Just a vessel of an innocence personified.
Welcome, readers, to 2023’s first issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine.
This month we start off with some sad news: our longtime contributor Joan Beebe has passed away. Here is her obituary, we encourage people to leave tributes, make donations or plant trees in her memory through this link.
Also, our friend and collaborator Rui Carvalho reminds us about our Nature Writing Contest for 2022.
This month’s work probes the translucence of time: what we can see of past memories and future hopes and fears, and how that shapes our individual and collective identities.
Lorena Caputo describes the Honduran town of Trujillo years after banana plantations and Contras have left their mark.
Christopher Bernard laments our world’s harsh winter landscape of blizzards, ecological destruction, and war.
Sayani Mukherjee rejoices in the regular rejuvenation of landscapes with green vegetation, which resonates with me in California as it finally rains here in winter.
Wayne Mason sings of a subterranean post-industrial purgatory.
Daniel De Culla’s piece suggests that time can cleanse, or at least cover over, dark memories and lost souls.
Dudu Tome speaks in various ways of binding ourselves to each other and to our homelands.
RP Verlaine musters equanimity when faced with reminders of a troubled past, and of how life has not always been kind to those he knows. J.T. Whitehead compares the financial and emotional toll of divorce to the sufferings of the Biblical character of Job.
Z.I. Mahmud waxes poetic about Sir Walter Scott and William Blake and old-style chivalry.
Christopher Bernard questions the validity of the traditional social construction of gender, while Jaylan Salah explores differing concepts of masculinity embodied in films about men with physical deformities.
Fernando Sorrentino juxtaposes the two long and storied traditions of pop culture and academia with uneasy humor, while S.J. Fowler places a pleasantly amusing female gorilla amidst art museums, coffee, and the daily newspaper.
Susie Gharib breathes out wishes for the liberation of all living beings from various forms of despair or entrapment.
Hongri Yuan and Yuanbing Zhang speak of illusion, reality, and transcendence, drawing on motifs from Chinese poetry and history. Nilufar Rukhillayeva urges all people to hold onto our dreams for our lives and our world.
J.J. Campbell writes of the dull ache of disillusionment, living in an uncomfortable reality while still remembering better days. Mahbub Alam explores the uncomfortable gap between his aspirations and his reality.
Peter Cherches spurs us on to declare our existences in a complex, absurdist world. Ike Boat celebrates a school graduation in Ghana with pride.
Nahid Gul celebrates the capabilities and the journey towards psychological healing and social acceptance for a girl who uses a wheelchair for locomotion.
Bruce Roberts grapples with the dangerous natural and human elements of our world in a collection of persona poems that symbolically brings them down to our level.
Mark Young echoes Ezra Pound while conjuring up a semblance of reality.
Channie Greenberg’s photos explore various ways of looking at the felines who share our planet.
J.D. Nelson renders everyday human and animal life in a set of haikus, showing how it can be intriguing and special.
Mubarak Said reflects on a mythical dream journey to the land of the dead.
Tajudeen Muadh Akanbi laments the violence and chaos of his homeland and hopes for a better future through nurturance and healing of broken dreams. Patricia Doyne satirizes Donald Trump and related political movements within the United States.
Wheelchair
"Afia! My dear, why are you sitting in the dark room? Ayesha said while turning on the light in the room. "I love being in the dark, Mama!" Because this darkness hides my disability in itself.β Aafia said while turning her wheelchair towards Mama.
Mama, why am I like this? Why can't I run like other kids? I also want to play hide and seek like Raima, Ayeza, and Ahmar, ride a bicycle, play badminton like them. Aafia started crying about her disability while mentioning her brother and sisters. Ayesha quickly moved forward and hugged Aafia. Ayesha herself was saddened.
Twelve-year-old Aafia was the eldest daughter of Shahbaz and Ayesha. Aafia's parents were very happy when she was born. Allah Ta'ala blessed them with the happiness of children after five years of marriage. On Aafia's birth, sweets were distributed throughout the neighborhood. Aafia was the star of everyone's eyes in Dadhyal and Nanhyal. She used to walk around the house. When Aafia was two years old, she fell victim to the polio virus, due to which Aafia was destined to be disabled for life. Undoubtedly, it was a great test for Shahbaz and Ayesha. With the passage of time, Shahbaz and Ayesha had accepted the bitter reality that their beloved daughter Aafia could not walk again for the rest of her life, but Aafia was still unable to accept this fact. Aafia's uncle, who was a school teacher, started taking Aafia to school with her. In the beginning, Aafia was very excited to go to school, but gradually she started shying away from going to school. Now she used to try to skip school on some pretext.
"My dear daughter! If you don't go to school, how will you get an education? Ayesha said hugging Aafia.
"Mama!"
All the kids in school look at me strangely. Sometimes they make fun of me. Sometimes they copy me. No one wants to be friends with me because I can't run like them," Aafia said while crying.
"Hey! My daughter is very brave. Brave people face their circumstances bravely, they don't cry. The day you stop considering yourself disabled, people will also stop considering you disabled, and then every human being is tested by Allah Ta'ala. Allah Ta'ala wants to see whether His servant fulfills the test given by Him or not. Ignore the visible flaws and look for the hidden qualities within you. Then one day everyone's tongue will not mention your disability but your virtues," Aisha explained to her daughter.
Aafia also understood this very well. She had accepted the fact that this "wheelchair" was now a part of Aafia's life. Now Aafia not only started going to school regularly but also started participating in various academic and literary programs. He no longer cared about people's attitudes. Aafia had learned to be happy and contented. Day and night she started thanking Allah Almighty that Allah Almighty had blessed her with the ability to think and understand. He had given wisdom and consciousness. Aafia's painting won the first position in the International Painting competitions, and Aafia got a lot of recognition in the domestic and foreign media. Now everyone wanted to meet Aafia. Wanted to talk to him. Undoubtedly, the words of Aafia's mother had been proven true that one day there will be a day when people's tongues will mention Aafia's performance.
* Conclusion: Refreshment As A Means Of Merriment Or Merrimaking,Thus Food And Drinks Served By The Teachers Of *Medway International School* #MIS.
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– *5th Anniversary* & *1st Major Graduation*.
