Synchronized Chaos April 2024: Change of Seasons

Ice falls into a rocky lake from frozen waterfalls. Barren tree branches are heavy with the weight of snow.
Image c/o Peter Griffin

We are hosting our Metamorphosis gathering again! This is a chance for people to share music, art, and writing and to dialogue across different generations (hence the name, the concept of ideas morphing and changing over the years). This event is also a benefit for the grassroots Afghan women-led group RAWA, which is organized by women in Afghanistan who are currently supporting educational and income generation and literacy projects in their home county as well as assisting earthquake survivors. (We don’t charge or process the cash, you are free to donate online on your own and then attend!)

This will be Saturday April 6th, 2-4 pm in the fellowship hall of Davis Lutheran Church at 317 East 8th Street in Davis, California. It’s a nonreligious event open to all, the church has graciously allowed us to use the meeting room. You may sign up here on Eventbrite.

Also, we encourage everyone in the California area to attend the third annual Hayward Lit Hop on Saturday, April 27th. This is a public festival with different readings from different groups throughout downtown Hayward coinciding with Hayward’s choosing a new adult poet laureate, culminating in an afterparty at Hayward’s Odd Fellows Lounge. Several Synchronized Chaos contributors will read from their work at the 2024 Lit Hop.

Icon for Hayward's downtown Lit Hop, Orange background with green frog and white text reading Lit Hop, Saturday April 27th, 2-8 pm. Haywardlithop.com

This month, for April’s first issue, we’re reflecting on the change of seasons. We’re moving from winter to spring, or summer to fall in the Southern hemisphere. Much of the other work here deals with changes in moods, situations, stages of life, or with cultures and societies in times of change.

J.D. Nelson’s haiku evokes intriguing and disorienting seasonal transitions, while Jacques Fleury offers up an impressionistic reflection on a sunrise and the liminal state of consciousness between sleeping and waking. Hurliman Almuratova contributes a poetic piece about spring’s eventual return as Sayani Mukherjee glories in radiant poppies, Don Bormon listens to the symphony of natural sounds around him and Maja Milojkovic revels in the scents, colors, and renewal of spring. Annie Johnson exudes about diaphanous dawn, moonlight, and newborn creation in her poetry.

Mesfakus Salahin sees love all over the natural world around him. Kristy Raines speaks of a steady love where people know the depth of their connection even without using words. John Edward Culp writes of the tender growth of a relationship where there is trust. Davronbekova Sevinch speaks to the need to preserve integrity and trust. Graciela Noemi Villaverde writes of a gentle and silent love among the larks and lilacs. Inobat Karimova describes how her girls’ agricultural science club at school reflects the respect of her society for women, nurturing, the land, and life. Tammy Higgins’ photography concerns intersections of human culture and nature where nature remains present and vibrant.

Amirova Niginabonu’s work speaks to the cycles of nature and the ways of the mind as Michael Robinson reflects on loss and resurrection during the church season of Lent.

Female figure walks off towards a portal in a cave with an arched doorway and light.
Image c/o Gerd Altmann

Dildora Toshtemirova writes of celebrating her birthday after the loss of her parents. Sevinch Raxmanova illustrates coming of age amidst the loss of her parents and grandparents. Nosirova Gavhar’s piece focuses in on a single date to represent her grief at the loss of her mother.

Music pulls Taylor Dibbert back to thoughts of a marriage that ended, as Bill Tope describes an unconditional love that begins awkwardly but becomes very real until the title character’s death. Uzbekoyim’s poem reflects the pain of deeply caring for someone who does not return the care. Daniel De Culla comments on the vulnerability of women and children and the precarity of family life.

Surayyo Usmonova’s poetic story intermingles love, loss, and sorrow as J.J. Campbell speaks to longing and forbidden desires and Prasana Kumar conveys the pain of silence and words left unsaid. Sabina Rasulova writes of dreams dashed with reality and the absence of loved ones. John Sweet wonders what life is worth in a harsh and alienating world.

Mykyta Ryzhykh evokes the “silent emptiness” of alienation and modern warfare and Bill Tope dramatizes the toll of war and military and political oppression on civilian families and children. Azemina Krehic mourns the losses of so many mothers and the violence against women in Bosnia. Christopher Bernard highlights the folly of cycles of conflict and revenge in the Middle East. Mahbub Alam also expresses his hope that Gaza will find the peace he sees in nature. Linda Gunther reviews Ruta Sepetys’ WWII refugee survival story Salt to the Sea, exploring character development and internal and external conflict. In Nahyean Taronno’s detective story, while justice triumphs at the end, deception and violence seem a continual threat. Laylo Bakhtiyorova dramatizes the intensity of emotional pain, but reminds us that it will pass.

Muheez Ohamilekan gently encourages caution before being swept up in uncontrollable experiences as Maurizio Brancaleoni compares the uncertain journey of life to a train trip with an unstated destination.

Person with a walking stick and backpack and hat heads off at sunrise/sunset on a path towards some grass and trees and birds.
Image c/o Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Mark Young’s postwoman poems allude to life’s surprise gifts: one never knows what might arrive in the mail. Alan Catlin’s found poems repurpose other famous modern works in a fresh and surprising way, like Polaroids from the lives of artists.

Christina Chin, Shane Coppage, Marjorie Pezzoli and Jerome Berglund send up a group of concrete collaborative haiku that play with words and language.

Eddie Heaton crafts impressionistic takes on relationships and words and literature through long voyages of the mind. Goran Tomic alludes to a different kind of voyage through his collages of vintage images of flowers and clothes and buildings, illustrating city life in the time of the flaneurs.

Sevinch Tolquinova celebrates the value of reading and learning from books. James Whitehead illuminates the honest empathy of Richard Vargas’ poetry collection leaving a tip at the Blue Moon Motel.

Vintage image of a biplane, a steam train, a luggage cart, various people in suits and dresses, a boat and cable car and city scape, and old timey cars in front of a map of the United States and Canada.
Photo c/o Andrea Stockel

Brian Barbeito crafts a long series of character sketches and vignettes, while Noah Berlatsky’s humorous piece speculates on what sort of poet he wants to become. Ifora Olimjonova compares introverts to extroverts and suggests that many people are somewhat in the middle.

Jeffrey Spahr-Summers speaks to a society in transition with his poems on the latent cultural and racial tension in South Africa. Z.I. Mahmud writes of the power and limits of words and memory in Toni Morrison’s Beloved, and how the novel’s characters reclaim their flesh and history.

Thaalith Gimba offers up a dramatic poem of self-assertion, as John Grey crafts muscular poems on human needs and physical existence. Qurbonova Gulsanam extols the power of dedication and self-efficacy in working towards a goal as Donoxon Ibodullayeva reflects on the potential for developing Uzbek youth leadership through school and after-school organizations. Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa’s childlike poems trace and celebrate our creative journeys through life. Dildora Toshtemirova urges readers to join her in living their dreams as Stephen Jarrell Williams speculates on whether he can bring his into reality.

Duane Vorhees’ poems of the gods and the ancients situate personal and cultural history within geological and natural timescales.

Ancient Latin star chart with writing and illustrations of cherubs in white on a dark blue background.
Image c/o Andrea Stockel

Bahramova Ifora Sunnatillayevna outlines the research of historical astronomer Mirzo Ulug’bek as Amirjonov Og’abek describes the ancient Islamic architecture of Samarkand. Wazed Abdullah commemorates the independence and pride of Bangladesh. Akhrorova Sarvinoz illuminates the historical and cultural value of cities in Uzbekistan, Rasulberdi Ashiraliyev highlights the Uzbek heritage of jurisprudence and the rule of law, Mirzo Ulugbek outlines types and structures of Uzbek businesses, and Xushroy Abdunazarova speaks to the history and beauty of the Uzbek language.

Gulsevar Xojamova encourages educators of Uzbek youth to draw on the nation’s cultural heritage in their lessons. Irodaxon Ziyoyeva discusses how to combine modern and traditional educational methods in the classroom, Shoshura Husaynova explores how to teach English with idiom and cultural context, Muhammadamin Xojamov addresses methods of mathematics instruction, Tolipova Zebuniso Ulug’bekovna draws on modern psychology and learning style theory in her recommendations for children’s education in Uzbekistan, Gulbahor Ergasheva discusses online learning technology, and Gulsevar Xojamova speaks to the role of information technology in modern Uzbek schools.

Work desk with a person's hand holding a cup of coffee above a laptop, a bunch of books, an open book, a phone, some pencils, a candle, and a notebook.
Image c/o Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Makhfiratkhon Abdurakhmonova and Abdullayeva Dilkhumor Abdukarimovna discuss strategies for effective early childhood education while Azi Umurzoqova highlights the importance of preschool education to her Uzbek homeland.

Uzbek writer Ruxzara Adiliqizi’s poetry carries a delicate mixture of love and patriotism. Boqijonova Madinabonu relates a story of the hard work and dedication of a mother, while Abdullayeva Feruza urges respect for parents and acknowledgement of their care. Farzona Koshimova writes of the importance of manners and respect for elders while Dilnurabonu Vayisova dreams of traveling the world with her mom.

We hope that this issue will deepen your heart and awaken your curiosity as you travel with us. Bon voyage!

Story by Nahyean Taronno

South Asian teen boy with short brown hair and a white collared shirt
Nahyean Taronno

The Mind's Gambit

Part 2: The Confrontation

Inside the store, Max moved swiftly, his eyes scanning the glittering jewels displayed in glass cases. He carefully selected his targets, pocketing them with practiced ease.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and Reynolds emerged from the shadows, his gun drawn. "Freeze, Max! You're under arrest," he barked.

Max's smirk widened as he turned to face the detective. "Ah, Detective Reynolds, fancy meeting you here. You always did have a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times."

Reynolds frowned, his grip tightening on his weapon. "Save it, Max. Your charm won't work on me. You're going away for a long time."

Part 3: The Negotiation

Max chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Come now, Detective. Let's be reasonable here. You know as well as I do that you don't have enough evidence to put me away. But perhaps we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement."

Reynolds hesitated, his mind racing. He knew Max was cunning, but he couldn't deny the truth in his words. Without concrete evidence, Max would walk free.

"Fine," Reynolds finally conceded. "But you're under my watch from now on. One wrong move, and I'll make sure you rot in jail."

Max grinned, extending his hand. "Deal."

Part 4: The Partnership

In the weeks that followed, an unlikely partnership formed between Max and Reynolds. Under the guise of cooperating with the police, Max continued his criminal activities, always staying one step ahead of the law.

As they worked together, Reynolds couldn't help but grudgingly admire Max's cunning and intelligence. Despite his criminal nature, there was something undeniably captivating about him.

But lurking beneath the surface, Reynolds remained vigilant, knowing that one wrong move could shatter their fragile alliance.

Part 5: The Betrayal

Months passed, and their partnership flourished, with Max becoming bolder in his heists and Reynolds growing more determined to bring him down.

But as they planned their biggest score yet, Reynolds began to suspect that Max was playing him all along, using their partnership as a means to an end.

Doubt gnawed at Reynolds' mind as he struggled to reconcile his growing admiration for Max with his duty as a police officer.

Part 6: The Showdown

The night of the heist arrived, tension crackling in the air as Max and Reynolds stood outside the bank, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

But as they made their move, chaos erupted, and Reynolds realized too late that he had underestimated Max's ruthlessness.

In the heat of the moment, Max turned on Reynolds, his eyes cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Detective. But you were always too smart for your own good."

Before Reynolds could react, Max's gun fired, and darkness enveloped him.

Part 7: The Revelation

When Reynolds regained consciousness, he found himself bound and gagged, his head throbbing with pain. As he struggled against his restraints, Max loomed over him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Surprised, Detective? You always thought you had me figured out, but you were wrong. I'm not just a criminal; I'm a master manipulator."

Reynolds seethed with rage, his eyes burning with fury. "You won't get away with this, Max. I'll make sure of it."

Part 8: The Escape

With a chuckle, Max stepped back, leaving Reynolds alone in the darkness. But as he turned to leave, Reynolds saw his opportunity, seizing it with all the strength he had left.

With a burst of adrenaline, Reynolds broke free from his restraints, lunging at Max with a fierce determination. Caught off guard, Max stumbled backward, his composure faltering for the first time.

But before Reynolds could land the final blow, Max regained his footing, delivering a swift kick to Reynolds' chest, sending him sprawling to the ground once more.

Part 9: The Revenge

As Reynolds lay battered and bruised on the cold pavement, Max loomed over him, his gaze filled with contempt. "You should have known better, Detective. No one outsmarts me."

But as Max raised his gun, ready to deliver the final blow, Reynolds saw his chance, his hand darting out to grab a nearby weapon.

With a roar of defiance, Reynolds fired, the gunshot echoing through the night as Max crumpled to the ground, his reign of terror finally at an end.

Part 10: The Aftermath

As dawn broke over the city, Reynolds stood victorious, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. Though he had stopped Max, he knew that the scars of their encounter would never fully heal.

But as he looked out at the city skyline, Reynolds knew that he had upheld his duty as a police officer, bringing justice to those who sought to disrupt the peace.

And though Max may have been cunning and manipulative, in the end, it was Reynolds' unwavering determination that prevailed, proving that even in the darkest of times, light will always triumph over darkness.


Nahyean Taronno is a student of grade eight in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Don Bormon

Young South Asian teen with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt with a school emblem on the breast.
Don Bormon

Nature's Sound

In the hush of dawn, the world awakes,
To the gentle sounds that nature makes.
A chorus of birds, in the canopy sings,
As the whispering wind, its message brings.
 
The rustle of leaves, in the ancient trees,
A soft, subtle hum, carried on the breeze.
The babble of brooks, over pebbles and stones,
In nature's orchestra, each has its tones.
 
The pitter-patter of rain, on the forest floor,
A rhythm, a beat, a natural encore.
The buzz of the bees, as they dance in the air,
A melody of life, without a single care.

Don  Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Wazed Abdullah

Young South Asian boy with short black hair and a light blue collared shirt.
Wazed Abdullah
The Independence of Bangladesh
 
Through 71's war we got independence 
We are free hence. 
In the heart of Bengal, 
A nation's pride, 
Independence Day, 
A journey's stride. 
With courage and hope, they took their stand, 
Freedom's flame ignited, 
Across the land. 
Bangladesh's story, in history's rhyme, 
A nation's spirit, enduring through time.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.


Story from Nosirova Gavhar

Central Asian teen girl with straight dark long hair, brown eyes, a blue collared shirt and her head in her hand.
Nosirova Gavhar
Date

I opened my palm and wandered around the ruins asking for bread, when I heard the call to prayer. I ran to our hut and saw my mother lying lifeless next to the four-cornered cloth, and my heart broke. As it was time to break the fast, I brought some water in a bowl and I gave it to my mother to drink. I couldn’t look at my mother’s face. She barely smiled and closed her eyes saying: «break fast.» In the
morning, when I looked at her near dawn, her breath was not coming out of her throat, there was no blood on her face. My eyes were filled with tears, and when I opened the lifeless, fisted palm that fell on the empty table, there was a single date.
If I took it, the date would smell like my mother…

Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina's «Multi Art-6», Kenya&;s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.

Poetry from Maja Milojkovic

Younger middle aged white woman with long blonde hair, glasses, and a green top and floral scarf and necklace.
Maja Milojkovic
Spring
 
In fields of green, where flowers bloom, 
The air is sweet with nature's perfume. 
The sun shines bright, the sky so blue, 
As spring arrives, the world anew. 
Birds sing melodies, dance in the breeze, 
Leaves unfurl on the budding trees. 
Life bursts forth in vibrant array, 
Welcoming the warmth of a brand-new day. 
Gentle rain showers, the earth's embrace, 
Awakening life with each drop's grace. 
In spring's embrace, we find rebirth, 
A symphony of joy, across the earth. 
So let us revel in this season's delight, 
As nature paints with colors so bright. 
For in the heart of spring's gentle hue, 
We find hope, and dreams anew.


Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro,and shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with reading glasses, short dark hair, and an orange and green and white collared shirt. He's standing in front of a lake with bushes and grass in the background.
Mahbub Alam

What Leans against the Grass

Yet the green sleeps in the grass
The sweetness in the eyes over the beauty of the flowers
The sweet melody in the tune of the birds’ song
Yet the current blows on the rivers sounds much to run
Love plays between nature’s every set up for each other to grow
Yet my heart stops, blear eyes scratch in moving 
In so hot weather without an umbrella
Umbrella, under which I can save myself 
From the scorching heat of the sun
But who can save the children, the women, 
After all the people of Palestine
From the hit of bombs, firing or hunger?
How can I proceed, energy fails to step on
Standing before the naked humanity of the world.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
29 March, 2024.

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos Magazine for seven years.