Synchronized Chaos Mid-September 2022: One Fleeting Glance

Photo c/o Chris Webber

“One clear moment, one of trance
One missed step, one perfect dance
One missed shot, one and only chance
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.”
 Sanober Khan

First of all, our friend and collaborator Rui Carvalho has announced the opening of our Nature Writing Contest for 2022. This is an invitation to submit poems and short stories related to trees, water, and nature conservation between now and the March 2023 deadline. More information and submission instructions here!

Also, our co-editor Kahlil Crawford and I are announcing once more our Latin culture-themed issue, which will be October’s first issue. Submissions for this are welcome up through the end of September. Kahlil was inspired by the works of Fernando Sorrentino, who sent in a set of stories, one of which is published in this issue. Lorraine Caputo will write the editorial letter for that issue.

Finally, we continue to encourage you to support assistance and education, including literacy classes, for Afghan people in need through RAWA (The Revolutionary Association of Women in Afghanistan). They are looking for people to translate articles from Persian/Pashto into English and to translate the English and Pashto articles on their site into a variety of other languages.

This month at Synchronized Chaos we acknowledge the fragility of life and the passing of time.

Picture c/o Teodoro S Gruhl

Robert Stephens relates a tale of a father’s yearly visits to his daughter’s grave that take on increasing poignance as he approaches the end of his own life. Santiago Burdon’s story of a father and daughter celebrating a teenage milestone turns bittersweet at the end.

Mark Young contributes poems of vagary and translucence, speakers who don’t see everything, who have trouble finding their way. Faroq Faisal also explores mystery and the limits of our conscious knowledge.

Damon Hubbs evokes ecology and cosmology in his inventive take on nursery rhymes.

J.J. Campbell speaks to memories and change, what can evolve with time and what stays stuck.

Ian Copestick probes whose lives we value, what type of justice is appropriate for various forms of cruelty.

Fernando Sorrentino writes of a life upended, and ultimately enriched, by a mysterious visitor. Pathik Mitra writes of intercultural connections made through unusual ways wile traveling. Farjan Mushfiqul Amin relates a clever anecdote between two friends recalling history.

Some aspects of our world are uncertain and threatening, on smaller and larger scales.

Picture c/o Piotr Siedlecki

Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam’s poetic collaboration, like Sayani Mukherjee’s first poem, speaks to the violence endemic in nature and human society and the fragility and uncertainty of life. Muhammad Sinan relates the precarity of the oil industry while Hannah Aipoh highlights the injustice of subtle sexism embedded within our cultures. Mahbub Alam illustrates the effects of inflation on already struggling people.

Film critic Jaylan Salah traces how director Baz Luhrmann portrays artists who only tenuously fit into society. Robert Stephens’ poem relates the pain of unrequited and temporary love. Petro C.K. metaphorically represents the often imperfect fit between what we say and what we mean through poems that make use of language that is somewhat auto-generated yet sounds official and informative.

Yet, we can have the choice of how to respond to a challenging world, even though it will outlive us.

Photo c/o Marina Shemesh

Gaurav Ojha meditates on how the knowledge of our inevitable deaths can bring a rare preciousness to life. Gabriel T. Saah and Fayzullayeva Sevara urge us to make the most of life because it is impermanent.

Akinmade Abayomi Zeal speaks stridently on living to the fullest and avoiding traps that derail one’s life. Syed Tabin Ahbab tells the tale of brave hunters who stood up to defend their village.

Uchechukwu Onyedikam sends in gentle poems of spiritual search, humility, and gratitude. Raafia Shaheen encourages self care practices to get through a difficult time. Md. Nurujjaman relates a tale of someone who simply hops aboard a bullock cart, riding wherever the driver and cows lead them.

Photo c/o Suzie Hudon

With a similar spirit of gentleness, Chapaina Wabganj sends us a photo of a peaceful sunset, with a solitary boatful of people dwarfed by the scene. Sayani Mukherjee’s second poem evokes the soft comfort of autumn twilight and the change of seasons. Kaiser Mahmud praises the natural beauty of his Bangladeshi homeland while Mokhlesur Rahman describes the luscious fruit and economically important agriculture of the region.

Ubali Ibrahim Hashimu’s love poem draws on a rich heritage of metaphors while Chimezie Ihekuna’s poetic speaker revels in the anticipation of the holidays and an impending marriage. Tanvir Islam writes of a patient and kind romantic love.

Mesfakus Salahin takes an innocent joy in nature and expresses his determination to move forward, even with a broken heart. Charles Upshaw, the Man of Legend, also writes of perseverance and confidence, especially for altruistic and noble goals.

Poetry from Gabriel T. Saah

Gabriel T. Saah
A Day To Come

One day your children you dearly love will wail, but you will not be able to comfort them.

One day the trees will provide oxygen in abundance, but your lungs will not be able to take their fill.

One day your love ones will say their goodbye, but your mouth will be too shy to say yours.

One day you will be given a bath and it will be your final bath, but you will not feel it.

One day the meal of your heart will be served before your nose,
But your name will not be mentioned.

One day you will wear your clothes but you will not be able to get them off.

One day the things you are fighting for will not be of any importance to you.

One day you will leave your home and never return, but others will now claim that.

One day you will live in a house you never built in your lifetime, and you will never come out to greet your neighbors.

One day your name will be given a title you shall carry forever, and it shall be called the “Late”.

One day the closet of your home will be invaded and you will say nothing.

One day the shoes you loved dearly will be worn by others and not yourself.

One day you and your partner shall share your bed and you will not be able to see who lies next to him/her.

One day you will stand in the presence of a great Judge but you will not be able to hire a lawyer to plead your case. 
You will do that alone.

And One day you will wish to be around your friends,
But you will lie somewhere alone in your dark room never to come out.

If you are to live, live right and now,
If you wish to love, love right and now.
For the day is sure but unknown.
Peace ✌️✌️🕊️✌️🕊️🕊️
© Gabriel T. Saah ( Marvelous Inker).

-Gabriel T. Saah

Poetry from Ian Copestick

Ian Copestick
A Really Bad Man

I read in the local
newspaper, the
other day, about
a man who lived
in the same city I
do, he got caught
having sex with
his dog, and
posting it on
Messenger. He
moved away,
obviously,
otherwise
he would
have been lynched.

He moved to rural
Wales, right out in
the sticks.
Where I suppose
nobody knew who
he was, or what he'd
done.

Well, he got sent down
for eleven years.
I think that's fair enough.
He's fucking sick.

But people get less
than that for murder.
Most people get less
than that for murder.

I'm not defending a
dog fucker.

If he'd tried it on
with my dog, I would
have killed him.

But, you have to ask
yourself ;
Killing a human
being, who will be
mourned by many.
Many lives will be
destroyed.

Is shagging a dog,
as disgusting as it
is, really worse than
that.

I don't know.

I think that both
are inexcusable. 

Poetry from Akinmade Abayomi Zeal

I've not Lived

Until I soak myself under the sun
Almost ferried away by the waves of the ocean
Flipped by the flaps of the flapping trees
Tasting the salts of the sea
And living like the bliss of the heavens, 
Drenched in the rain, pregnant with dreams
And delivered of all my fantasies. 

I have not lived, until I'm ready for death
Choking from too many pleasures - satisfied
Yawning, belching, dizzy, weary from hedonism
Hence clamouring to see my Home
Begging, dying to meet my Maker
And see the house He'd prepared yonder
For me to retire
And be steeled from terror
And malice 
And treason
And poison 
Where I'd wrestle with death
And be defeated by death
And take my turn to win through defeat:
My battles over death - finally and permanently.
And then be immune to terror
And be forever condemned to bliss
In my own flat 
That my Maker prepared yonder.

I have not lived!
Until I see the sky under the East.
I have not lived
To see the rising of the sun
Neither have I seen the sky in the West
Nor lived to relish the setting of its sun
And watch the moon from the West glistening,
And adore my Maker for His mightiness. 

I have not lived!
For I have not breathed from the North
Nor sleep in the East
Nor take my detour to Aomori
Where even the angels might freeze. 

I have not lived!
And I want to live
To breathe the air of the North
And soak myself in the oven
As I'm freezing from the frenzy of the Bahamas 
And watch my seeds run around
While I watch
Admiring their tiny little legs
And their hearts brimming of innocence. 

I have not lived!
So neither malice nor rancour
Nor hatred should get the best of me.
For I want away with terror
With malice 
With poison 
With envy
With lust
With lost
With everything omen. 
I want away with all
Until I truly live. 

ABAYOMI ZEAL

Poetry from Ubali Ibrahim Hashimu

RAVISHING DOVE


Shall I tell you of a damsel flower
Whose beauty embellishes the universe
Like a star in the night out of its gown
A flower that blooms a colorful roses
In a garden of a mendacious love.

Shall I tell you of a ravishing dove
Whose name is written in the blue sky
That name a gentle wind whispers to my ears
Gently, gently like music that murders fears.

Shall I tell you of a shiny star
Whose eyes reflect nothing but a love
Like a mirror that welcomes a light
That is the face I always need to sight.

Shall I tell you of a robust sun
Whose teeth are as white as snow
That even its whiteness brights
And round all the galaxies.

Poetry from Raafia Shaheen

BE YOUR MATE

I know right now!
your thoughts are fully opaque.
You want to give your life a retake.
Because this world is acting like a snake.
Your mind is under a terrible quake.
And soul is suffering from an untold ache.

Ohh Pretty!
It's time to take a decision for your own sake.
Firstly, take a short social media break.
Rise early and bake a cake.
Go to a park or lake.
Just listen the chirping birds and eat that cake.
Write a poem and don't be fake.
Give yourself some space and accept your mistakes.
Be you and don't follow others like copy paste.

Sit on a fresh grass and put aside your hate.
Pray to GOD and count blessings of your fate.
It's hard but have patience and just wait.

You are doing well, so don't underestimate.
Take a deep breath and enjoy your present state.
Instead of becoming your own slave, be your own good mate. Believe me!
You will feel better after this mini escape.

Poetry from Fayzullayeva Sevara

This day is in you ... 💫

The future never comes back
Today is your future
The past is the past
Today is your chance

Today don't say tomorrow
Tomorrow's bread has arrived today.
Who has the past left behind?
Faith is in you today

It's not far, it's close
How long is your time?
Put your will into it
The future is yours today



Fayzullayeva Sevara ( Uzbekistan)