Synchronized Chaos’ First September Issue: Piece By Piece

Thank you to Jacques Fleury for responding to our request for readers to offer their expertise to assist writers! He has a variety of published writing which he can refer people to on request and is open to being interviewed on these topics:

-History of Haiti, as an author on the subject & as a Haiti born  American citizen 

-Black/African American History, as a “black” man who grew up in America & as an author on the subject

-Race and Racism, as a Person of Color having survived & thrived despite lived experience of racism & as author on subject

-Mental Health/Illness/Wellness & Recovery, having had lived experience & as an author on the subject

Everyone else, if you have an area of knowledge where you’d be glad to be interviewed to help people who are writing about that topic, please reach out to us at synchchaos@gmail.com.

Also, our contributor Abigail George’s book When Bad Mothers Happen, released January 2024 from European publisher Morten Rand, is available for Synchronized Chaos readers to review. Please let us know if this interests you and her publisher can send review copies (and we can publish reviews!)

It is available on Amazon here, and here is a link to a promo video.

This month, our contributors figure out how to make sense of the universe, piece by piece.

Alan Catlin renders lists and catalogues into a form of poetry, building up objects from their components, like a brick tower or a floral arrangement. J.D. Nelson crafts auditory and visual snapshots that can stand for and evoke an entire scene.

Soren Sorensen contributes mixed media alterations of reality and existential poetry on making sense of the universe. Mars Brocke’s mixed media artwork plays with reality and perception in a nod to Alice in Wonderland. His poetry, also surreal, evokes memories and states of mind. Martha Ellen conveys the psychological changes induced by benzodiapine medicine and the fluidity and vulnerability of the human brain and mind. Mark Young creatively defines concepts through descriptive words that once explained something.

Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam’s collaborative haiku focuses on and thus highlights the value of noticing small and in-between moments.

Saidova Mahzuna outlines methods for learning and teaching vocabulary. Mo’minjonova Diyora highlights the benefits of continuing to read and learn throughout life. Sevinchoy Sanat outlines ways to enhance education through technology as Ibrohimova Durdonaxon outlines different areas to focus on when improving childhood education. However, sometimes the old ways still hold wisdom: Daniel De Culla relates a humorous tale of a modern woman who chooses to go with folk wisdom regarding her health. Gregg Norman presents a poem from the point of view of a character who’s living life to the fullest, with health benefits as incidental.

Noah Berlatsky muses on the identity of Spock and on what makes intriguing literary characters. Jacques Fleury reflects on his personal and cultural identity. Mesfakus Salahin speaks to life, death, and personal accountability, redemption, and the meaning of one individual life. David Sapp relates a tale of responsibility, honor, and mailboxes. Ranjan Sagar reminds us that others’ poor character need not diminish our own. Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa addresses the tension between roots and wings, needing to fly free and wanting a stable nest, and reflects on the end of life. Paul Tristram speaks to personal growth, strength, and self-discipline while Sarvinoz Mansurova shares her family’s dreams for her and her own aspirations. Nigora Tursunboyeva’s short story celebrates adventure and finding one’s own way in life.

Two people, sci-fi or fantasy style characters, light skinned, in short dresses and vests, floating in the starry sky. They're shaded in purple and blue.
Image c/o Victoria Borodinova

Gaurav Ojha reflects on how he will take nothing with him when he leaves the earth. Graciela Noemi Villaverde expresses the exquisite anguish of losing someone close to her. Engin Cir speaks to the grief, but also the indignation, of romantic heartbreak. Faleeha Hassan evokes the feeling of anxiety, being exposed and weighed down. Mykyta Ryzhykh conveys alienation, cold, and a halfway state between life and death.

Duane Vorhees speaks to creativity, sensuality, and history, evoking major and minor apocalypses that occur when people cannot or do not adapt to constant change. Taylor Dibbert reflects on how creativity can help him weather, if not avoid, his struggles. Z.I. Mahmud links the expectations of Samuel Beckett’s characters in Waiting for Godot to those of broader Western religious and cultural traditions.

Adam Fieled writes of our twin natures, the balance of masculine and feminine. Z.I. Mahmud examines the family relationships in D.H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers through a Freudian psychoanalytic lens. Karimova Sarvara Karimovna crafts an elegant and highly personal love poem. Kristy Raines speaks to the joy of a close loving relationship. Aytuvova Khurshida shares a love story that gets interrupted by life, but where the former partners always remember each other. Numonova Khonzodabegim poignantly shares the challenges and risks military families face.

J.K. Durick speaks to the harsh realities of aging and death and hunger, which can be eased, but not completely erased, by modern culture. J.J. Campbell’s poetry addresses aging and resignation while Dildora Toshtemirova reflects on the loss of a close friend or lover. Nosirova Gavhar’s short story combines two great human passions: love and grief.

Paul Callus and Christina Chin collaborate on a wide-ranging haiku collection evoking home, place, and time. Stephen Jarrell Williams captures many of summer’s varied moods in his haiku. Steven Croft watches a Civil War reenactment through the eyes of a modern veteran. Brooks Lindberg speaks to what we remember and what we forget, of grasping happiness despite reality. Rustamjonova Nodira celebrates the perseverance of Uzbekistan’s founders, leaders, and people, as Nuraini Mohammed Usman urges her society to carry out collective housecleaning and purge old enmities.

Murodova Sitora urges teachers to continue to learn and develop their skills and be accorded the respect and resources in order to do so. Abduraximova Muyassarxon relates how a dedicated teacher helped her regain her confidence. Rukshona Qiyomova outlines the many responsibilities of a teacher and the value of the teaching profession. Sevinch Saidova reflects on the value of education for personal development. Sushant Kumar highlights the need for teachers to serve as role models as well as impart intellectual information.

Monument in Moscow, metal statue of a woman with short hair and a feathered hat, with birds landing on her coat. She's holding papers and a rules and is in front of a small building with trees and people in the background.
Image c/o Lynn Greyling

Majidova Sevinch pays tribute to the many dimensions of a mother’s love and care. Sobirjonova Rayhona offers a tribute to her sister’s care and friendship. Ilhomova Mohichehra takes joy in her friends and her lovely homeland of Uzbekistan.

Brian Barbeito revels in the easy intimacy of the conversation on a summer hike. Salokhiddinova Mohichehra examines the structure and function of nature close to home, the human kidney. Isabel Gomez de Diego contributes visual poetry of everyday life: dinner with family, a visit with a grandson, a tree in the yard. Kylian Cubilla Gomez takes closeup peeks at backyard chickens.

Sayani Mukherjee recollects a quiet morning outdoors under the blue sky, smelling the scent of trees with her child. Maja Milojkovic yearns for and finds reminders of her lover in every aspect of nature. Intizor Samandarova evokes the sky’s expansive emptiness in her poetry as Don Bormon poetizes about the vast variety of clouds.

However, nature is not always calm: researcher Les Beley speaks to the ecological impact of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Mahbub Alam describes the recent flash floods in parts of Bangladesh and the loss of life and property.

Farida Botayeva reflects on how quickly our circumstances and emotions can change. Ziyoda Murodilova considers how she will persevere in her life despite unpredictable feelings.

Finally, Christopher Bernard presents an old-style lyrical recipe for preparing hope in the kitchen.

Essay from Sevinch Saidova

When a person comes into the world, he should take the wise word “seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave” as his motto. It is this knowledge that saves humanity from destruction, preserves the decadent, and determines its prestige and influence in life. I remembered his wisdom: “Be angry without enthusiasm, be a lover without sorrow, be a scholar without a student.” Indeed, the work of my parents and my first teacher is immeasurable in helping me to reach these days. My parents taught me humanity. “if they taught me, my teacher brought me up with the knowledge of education and morals. When a person comes into the world, he is a cave baby who does not know anything, if he thinks with a real life example Just like a small and delicate sprout, if we take good care of it, we can get fruit from it, we can enjoy its scenery, if we don’t take good care of a small sprout, we can’t get fruit from it.

If you don’t get education, it won’t help you to study a thousand times. The first person who encouraged me to love the country, to love books, and to study science is definitely my first teacher. I am studying in the field of science. About ten of my stories have been published in foreign magazines, I am working as an international ambassador in two countries on behalf of Uzbekistan, alhamdulillah. I am a member of the Volunteer Academy of Uzbekistan, I regularly participate in the “Legendary Youth” forum, in a word, I am slowly taking steps towards my goal, the “Zulfiyakhanim” award. All this is my tireless work and knowledge. I can say that it came from behind.

As I mentioned above, these achievements are due to the hard work of my mentors and coaches Hasanova Tursunoy, Boronova Aziza, Teshayeva Dilrabo, Talibova Muhabbat, who taught me. Not only me, but my classmates who studied with me, fought and fought at the same desk for eleven years, are also achieving the achievements they were looking for. First of all, it is not an exaggeration to say that our first achievement was that we earned the happiness of being a student by justifying the trust of our teachers. Each of us was honored and dear to our teachers. When I remember my school days, the times when we did not listen to the teachers, when we ran away from the class, when there were competitions, when we argued with parallel classes, all this has become a thing of the past. It’s been more than two years since we heard the school bell, and those who said “I don’t miss school” are now walking past the school gate in a whirlwind of memories.

We have found our way, we are slowly flowing from our own tributary like a spring water from a mountain, but I must say that without our teachers we are absolutely nothing. We would be an example of a creature that does not understand anything. That’s probably why they say that the teacher is as great as your father. As much as our father thinks about us and gives us advice, our teachers see only good things for us in the same way. Thank God that after me, my brothers and sisters will pass through the threshold of the school where I studied, and the teacher who taught me will teach them. My teacher Hasanova Tursunoy, if you are reading this article, I would be very happy. May your students always be healthy and happy, your student Sevinch who loves you. This poem I wrote is dedicated only to you.

                             My teacher

The first day I went to school,

I remember every moment.

My first note in the notebook,

Tursunoy is my teacher

No matter how much I thank you,

It is true how much knowledge you have given.

The lesson we learned for life,

It is an unpayable debt for us.

Pupils of my teacher

As if they are lovers.

Like their children,

Children seeking knowledge.

Every day I go to school,

I spent the whole night studying.

My achievements

The reason is my teacher.

No matter how much I do, I bow down.

A word that cannot be described.

This poem is for you,

MY DEAR TEACHER.

Poetry from Intizor Samandarova

Intizor Samandarova

The sky 

The sky is the greatest and most precious 

The sky is the most beautiful art which inspires 

The sky can give happiness to someone

May the sky be calm and clear all the time

The sky is the creation of the creator

The sky is a bright spark of hope

The sky is the infinite pillar of humanity

The sky is actually a prisoner of life

The sky is a great philosophy

The sky, reveal your all secrets to everyone

Intizor Samandarova was born on May 3, 2007 in Gurlan District, Khorezm Region, Respublic of Uzbekistan.She is the author of the books “The best invitation” and “My grandfather’s memoir”.She is the member of international organizations “Iqra” of Pakistan,”Asih Sasami”of Indonesia,”Juntos por las letras”of Argentina,”All India council for technical skill development” of India.Her poems have been published in newspapers, magazines and international anthologies.

Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

Remember

I remember the brightest star

Seeking a symphony of

Cacophonous smile

A birdwatcher’s view

Melting into red blue

Nothingness

A sweet tooth for all seasons

I pine for the sweet magnolias

The cricket’s happening stance

Of welcoming smiles

Magnitude of oceans

Rising into my palms

The oak trees follow their path

A napping squeeze

Of Rosemary and thyme

I remember that oceanic haze

A bright blue morning

Of heaven seeking

Wrapped around my children’s

Little finger

Poetry from Dildora Toshtemirova

Autumn

It’s autumn again,

The leaves have fallen.

It’s good that you remembered

I remembered those days.

I was happy,

In those past days.

We used to walk together

On rainy roads.

We dreamed together

But when it’s a dream.

I endured like the wind,

I’m sorry you left.

Every time it rains,

I walk by myself.

Goodbye dreams

I will stay like a cloud.

Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi was born on October 9, 2008 in Khatirchi District, Navoi Region. I am 16 years old now.

Due to my interests and constant support from my parents, today I am a member of All India Council for Technical Skill Development. I won the “Volunteer of the Year” 2022, “Star of the Year” nominations from the school. In addition, Dildora’s creative works have been published in international magazines, and her articles and poems have been indexed in Google.

Poetry from Ziyoda Murodilova


          Fate

No matter how much suffering hurts my tongue,
I will go on my way.
Sometimes falling, sometimes standing
Trials lead to dreams.

If not for God,
The wind doesn't blow, it doesn't pour high
I fall for a reason too
This fall will not last forever.

The stars count the days in the distance,
The sun always shines its golden light.
If only I had wings to fly
I would reach the heavens.



   Just that

A beautiful breeze works every moment
My dreams are with me
It's like a long time ago
I just learned to live.

When I am in pain, my heart feels my pain.
Every breath I take is visible to my body
Obedience all my life
Just stop for a moment.

My imagination is sad and gently stirs
The sweet door of my heart
It is as if he has entered a mysterious world
I just live in a secret age.

A butterfly will land on my hand
And my emotions are like an unstable wind
My tender words from the heart
It's just a piece of paper.


Ziyoda Murodilova, daughter of Zufarjon, was born on October 15, 2007 in the city of Fergana in the Republic of Uzbekistan. She wants to use her creative abilities to read, write and help people any way possible. 

Poetry from Farida Botayeva

Middle aged light skinned Central Asian woman with shoulder length hair and earrings wearing a pink floral blouse and holding a book.

YESTERDAY WAS SO…

I was very happy yesterday

What happened to me today?

Yesterday my hair was a river,

And today, a knot like a heart?!

Yesterday was the sky, the sky

Today it is raining and cloudy.

Yesterday was a lifetime, a lifetime

Forget today like a dream.

Yesterday was full of heart,

Today it suddenly became a mess.

But a word became a sword,

There is no place to live, no shelter.

Yesterday I was alive too,

Today, it’s a stone.

I was a man, I was a man

I got sunburned today!

O friend!

No matter what you say, it’s today

Do not leave a knot in your heart.

The dream is long, the regret is long,

Can tomorrow find today?

Hey man!

Don’t hide what you say,

Say I love you, beg nolan.

Hearts are full of love,

Can tomorrow find today?

It’s beautiful when a flower blooms next to me,

I will put your eyes on my eyes.

If you don’t come, I’ll go myself

Can tomorrow find today?

Come, come with your mountain on your shoulders,

Come with your Khazonrez garden.

Come with sadness in your heart,

Can tomorrow find today?

Dear man, make your day strong,

A handful for every moment.

Live today, find strength,

Can tomorrow find today?

Farida Afroz (Farida Botayeva) was born on March 5, 1956 in the city of Kokan, Fergana region. She studied at the Kokan State Pedagogical Institute named after Muqimi. She is a member of the Writers’ Union of Uzbekistan, a deputy of the Legislative Chamber of the Oliy Majlis of the Republic of Uzbekistan.