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Originally, Written By Dennis Mann #Founder #President #Director – WRAK.
Re-Written Edited And Studio Recording Voice-Over By Ike Boat

Out There

It’s out there
We must drive in it
Walk in it
It’s out there
It’s too much with us
Getting and spending
We get it
Understand what we
Have done
Wasted our powers
Given our hearts away
Lost the tune
Forgot the words
The weather changes
Sealed in the politics
Of now
Of what we did
What we are doing
It’s out there
That’s all
Just out there
The earth of it
The air of it
The water
Collecting the evidence
Details it will use
Against us
It’s all out there.


Climate

This hot breeze holds the afternoon
summarizes it in a brief moment
says so much about what we have
these days – too much sun, heat,
a few clouds that give into the days
spinning by, so little rain. This is
the climate change they promised us
warned us about, while we were too
busy with other things, things that
seem trivial now in the nineties, in
this heat wave, in this drought. We
air-condition what we can, we sit
in any shade we find, fill plastic pools
for the dogs, joke about running
through the sprinkler like we did as
children, a game we no longer can
play. The news we hear and watch
doesn’t bother mentioning this any-
more, as if the scientists have given
up on us, realize playing Cassandra
didn’t help, doesn’t help and like us
feel this hot breeze, that summarizes
what’s left of our afternoon, this brief
moment that says so much about what
we have done.


Rain

We used to say, farmers need the rain
whether We knew they did or not,
but now We all need the rain
like today it rained all day
not just our lawns and lakes
but our spirits too
need the rain
bogged down the way We have been
in a spiritual,
a psychic drought
tired, dry days, one after another
till today
We all needed the rain
and it came down
all morning, all afternoon, this evening
beyond trying to satisfy our lawns and
our lakes, the sound of the rain 
the ticking at times at our windows
the whoosh in the wind
and the calming hush of it 
bring a peace along with it
a whole day of this peaceful sound
of rain
We should all now say we need the rain.

Welcome, readers, to September’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. This month’s submissions invite us to consider our trajectories as individuals, social groups, or even as a species inhabiting the planet.

Some philosophers and social theorists see the development of civilization as a forward march towards greater moral and material progress. Others view how human societies develop over time in a less linear way. To them, societies take some steps forward and some backward, and sometimes make changes that are just changes, not advancements or declines. And others see societies as capable of simultaneously advancing in some areas yet declining in others.

This month’s contributors ponder where we are moving as individuals or as larger societies. Where have we come from, and where are we going?

Lorraine Caputo writes of trains in Mexico, how they can bring reunion as well as separation. Robert Thomas provides cultural commentary and observations through the lens of two different restaurant dinners, and Sandeep Kumar Mishra writes thoughtful and poetic reflections on travel, exile, loss and the complex humanity of the third world and its residents. Kahlil Crawford outlines the cultural and ethnic history of the St. Paul/Minneapolis area. Ike Boat writes of a hardscrabble up-and-coming life as an artist in urban Accra, Ghana. Poet Mary Mackey interviews Sacramento (California)’s poet laureate Indigo Moor, whose recent collection Everybody’s Jonesing for Something explores the hope, dreams, death and injustice involved with the American Dream.

Mark Young and Charlie Robert intersperse bits of history into clever poems. Mark presents fresh mechanically generated pieces starting with ‘found writing’ in literary and non-literary texts, and Charlie Robert echoes American history with scat-like chant pieces.

Dr. Thomas Fink’s poetry considers what happens when we look at organic life and impose our ideas of what progress means, while Andrew C. MacDonald writes of rural life and the passage of time.

Some philosophers posit the existence of a ‘human nature’ that includes some psychological characteristics that stay relatively stable across cultures and throughout time. To them, people and societies face perennial questions and challenges. Several of our contributors speak to tensions that have been considered part of our nature.

Binod Dawadi encourages people to choose peace and tolerance over materialism, greed, prejudice and exclusion. Henry Bladon writes of the journey of death, physical death and soul-death through harming others. Christopher Bernard’s monthly installment of his story The Ghost Trolley presents through a childhood heroic adventure a conflict between those who seek a simple and humble life and those who wish to dominate and control others. Chimezie Ihekuna’s monthly screenplay preview showcases a drama about a corrupt business manager – and those under him who must choose justice or revenge. Z.I. Mahmud, in his monthly installment of his thesis on the works of Charles Dickens, illustrates how Dickens uses literary devices to advocate for humane values in David Copperfield.

Others among our contributors also speak to questions humans face and seemingly universal aspects of the human condition, but on a more personal and individual level.

Hongri Yuan, in poems translated by Yuanbing Zhang, uses imagery to evoke our pursuit of transcendence amidst our difficult and mundane lives. Jack Galmitz speaks to how we see each other and how we might wish to be remembered. Mahbub rejoices in various forms of love as a comfort during personal or political tragedies. R.P. Verlaine sings of love lost, memory, and remonstrance. Mike Zone writes of a man who loses, or gives over, part of his humanity through love and imagination, and becomes something other than himself.

Michael Steffen’s speakers have to decide whether to step out of their comfort zones to learn and grow, while Mark Blickley presents a man who rethinks his behavior. J.J. Campbell’s short e.e. cummings-esque poetic pieces look at the dangerous and dull places our minds can go when left alone. Elizabeth Hughes reviews Vincent Hollow’s poetry collection Swan Songs of Cygnus in her monthly Book Periscope column, which draws on astronomy and cosmology as a metaphor for the emotional journey of love and grief.

Sushant Kumar celebrates the hard work and devotion of mothers. As he reminds us, we all have someone who birthed and who raised us, we all come from somewhere.

The Key of Heaven


If your soul wakes up and see golden heaven
At this moment, the fragrant honey makes you suddenly realize “Emptiness in Non-emptiness& Being in Non-being”
Even in  black forest of the hell, you still hold the key of heaven
And the lightning of your mantras makes the python spit out those gems of time,
and those golden books of jade version from the gods in prehistoric.
8.14.2017

天国之钥



如果你灵魂醒来看到金色的天堂
这一刹那的芳馨之蜜让你顿悟了空空之妙
即使在地狱的黑色森林也依然手握天国之钥
而你的咒语之闪电让巨蟒吐出那时光的宝石那史前诸神的玉版金书
2017.8.14

Cherish: The Memory of the Heaven



Today I would like to thank the world that looks like the hell.
It makes the fire that cherish the memory of the Heaven burning inside me;
it reminds me of the precious fruit of the sweet golden tree.
Those palaces and towers swirling music from outer space,
those giants whose bodies are limpid and happy,
those oceans are blue cocktails,
those rivers are the nectar of the soul;
However those mountains float in the sky like clouds, layer upon layer.
None of stone has no transparent smile.
The wind pass through the body and sings mysterious words.
None of flowers will wither,
as if old sun is both eternal and young.
8.26.2020


怀念天堂


今天 我想感谢这地狱的人间
它让我体内燃起怀念天堂的火焰

让我回忆起甜蜜的黄金之树的宝石之果

那飘洒着天外乐曲的宫殿楼阁

那身体空明而欢喜的巨人

那海洋是蓝色的鸡尾酒

那河流是灵魂的琼浆

而那山岳如云朵般飘浮

在层层叠叠的天际

没有一块石头没有透明的笑容

风穿过身体吟唱 神秘的词语

没有一朵花会凋谢

仿佛古老的太阳 永恒而年轻
2020.8.26


Don't Forget The Other You


Don't forget the other you,
those numerous you who either in the body or outer space,
those sweet smiles and the diamond flowers that never withers,
make boundless years on earth turn into a snippet of bird song.
Yes, that's crows of Phoenix from heaven.
Those sweet lightnings hit you,
let you suddenly wake up and see Gold Heaven is with you.
And your body is  golden body of giants,
make all time to become sweet.
6.10.2019

不要忘了那另一个你


不要忘了那另一个你
那在身体里在天外的众多的你
那甜蜜的笑容永不凋谢的钻石之花
让你在尘世的漫漫岁月化成一声鸟鸣
是的，那是天国鸾凤的啼鸣
那甜蜜的闪电击中了你
让你恍然醒来 看见黄金的天国与你同在
而你的身体是巨人的黄金之体
让一切时光变得甜美
2019.6.10


Bio:Yuan Hongri (born 1962) is a renowned Chinese mystic, poet, and philosopher. His work has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada, and Nigeria; his poems have appeared in Poet's Espresso Review, Orbis, Tipton Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Pinyon Review, Taj Mahal Review, Madswirl, Shot Glass Journal, Amethyst Review, The Poetry Village, and other e-zines, anthologies, and journals. His best known works are Platinum City and Golden Giant. His works explore themes of prehistoric and future civilization.
Yuanbing Zhang (b. 1974), is Mr. Yuan Hongri’s assistant and translator. He himself is a Chinese poet and translator, and works in a Middle School, Yanzhou District, Jining City, Shandong Province China. He can be contacted through his email-3112362909@qq.com.

 The farmhouse auction
  
 Citadels shot golden while 
 farmyards purchased 
  
 long summer nights orchids watched.
 Their patience fell into arms 
 that gave what needed—
  
 prize blooms candescent
 the silo’s hover.
  
 The scene paled in memory now,
 there’s shock when 
 death of one announces;
  
 it avows boons doors had shouted
 to youth gathered for deep appraisal
  
 when their childhood was wonder 
 marked love shared with 
 nights that followed.
  
 Each our yes from out them—
 a sequence years form of
 if failed undertakings
  
 dreamed in the past stand
 us envisioned 
  
 for glorious futures
 cleft presence
 abandons.  
  
  
 Night visions
  
 The heavy land coils under 
 bond of peace.
 Its reach affords
 proved love’s ground
 dying gives way to
 in hollers firmament cheats.
  
 Those passing shots comb the rage
 planets succumb of
 as ours barely alone
 feels confidence 
 treason bothers 
  
 along owned nights agape at stars
 their shower with dreams 
 this holy lounge,
 trimmed fields doctored. 
  
  
 A holding innocence
  
 The clock tames their racked world with justice reluctant.  
  
 It forgets the passions that
 rummage in their veins
  
 as they seem an ounce of heaven harrowing 
 that tic-toc feeling desire ascends with 
 when youth climb to extend the
  
 cut-life that wants its reign
 pulled over the eyes of
 what remanded—
  
 lines pressed by Time
 and the martyrdom 
 upheld with
  
 so that shock blames each 
 the vaulting defendant.

 NOW (SONNINA)
  
                Another sick excuse     
                  to postpone now.
                   We won’t excuse 
                  this: a proper now        
                 must clear our field   
                              of lice,
    
                        must firmly field            
         short-ra(n)ge objections. The matter lies      
   beyond defensive asset orientation allowing fuel       
              to sap its alleged beneficiaries.
             This now calls everyone to fuel  
                  hospitably. Beneficiaries 
  
                               spring   
              forward. To reactivate spring.
  
  
 EXECUTIVE SOLILOQUY
  
 You’re the style 
 of dog that spays its dozing master.
 This season’s   
 consumption record: wretched. On 
 the edge of treason.
  
 But we’ll see       
 about that, Buster.   
 We’ll turn you 
 into a sound investment. 
  
 Some stellar       
 magnetisms remain to be              
 unearthed by an imminent 
  
 name brand who   
 figures how to plant a miracle.

Thomas Fink has published 11 books of poetry– most recently A Pageant for Every Addiction (Marsh Hawk P, 2020), written collaboratively with Maya D. Mason, Hedge Fund Certainty (Meritage P and i.e. P, 2019) and Selected Poems & Poetic Series (Marsh Hawk, 2016). His books of criticism include “A Different Sense of Power”: Problems of Community in Late Twentieth-Century U.S. Poetry (Fairleigh Dickinson UP, 2001) and the co-edited anthology, Reading the Difficulties: Dialogues with Contemporary American Innovative Poetry (U of Alabama P, 2014).  His work appeared in Best American Poetry 2007, edited by David Lehman and Heather McHugh. His paintings hang in various collections. Fink is Professor of English at CUNY-LaGuardia.