MOTHERLAND
In my dream a man gave advice,
His words are bitter, but the truth is:
"Don't be careless, be careful when you are,
My words are wisdom, just remember."
Know that without labor the Motherland will not prosper,
There is love in this heart, he does not sleep at night.
God does not like a careless person.
Think of what you have done for the country.
A true man who appreciates women,
A moment to acknowledge the truth of life
Failure to complete the cycle
Push the drowsy soul, now awake
I woke up to the magic of words
You are my love, you are my freedom.
I planted the seeds of vigilance in my heart
I have given you this soul.
Gulsevar Khojamova
Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
WHEN DREAMS TURN into GOALS
Every person is born and begins to live with their dreams and hopes. Thanks to these dreams, people understand why they came to life and try to change themselves. When do dreams turn into goals? When we truly desire our goals, take the time to reach them, and chase them wholeheartedly, our dreams will surely turn into goals. A person without a goal never moves, he gets stuck in one place. A dream is only our desire, the purpose is to pursue it. Every A person who is determined and active achieves success. After reaching his goals, his self-confidence increases and he always looks to the future. A person with a clear goal is not afraid of falling in life, even if he falls, he gets up and starts walking towards his goals. The essence of life is to fall seven times and get up eight times. Always remember to turn your dreams into goals. Dreams only exist in dreams, their realization is shown with a goal, that is, our goals lead to results. Get motivation from successful people, exchange ideas with them, it's up to you to change your life. Always look at life with a smile. The key to success is in your hands. The whole world is with you. It's time to act.. .
QURBONOVA GULSANAM was born on April 16, 2006 in Dehkhanabad district of Kashkadarya region. She is currently a grade 10 student at school number 68 in Dehkhanabad district and is proud of the regional German language. She has also achieved many results in sports, table tennis, chess, checkers.
It’s time for the stone of everything that is not my silence
Of extinction, of total oblivion
Life forms endless furrows
Footprints of the road
Past mistakes sealing lips, looking up at the written pages
Eloquence of silence that sustains a silent wind
There is still so much beauty!!!
It is necessary to fall apart
Give in for a moment fair
To let the crying pass before being forgotten.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde has a degree in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and as the World Honorary President of the same institution. She is a Buenos Aires-based Argentine writer.
Welcome, everyone, to Synchronized Chaos’ mid-April issue.
This issue brings everyone along with great energy, with a skip, a jump, and a hop!
We invite our readers to join us for the Hayward Lit Hop, a free, all-ages one-day literary festival in Hayward, California where various literary groups will host readings at different venues up and down B Street. Event kicks off at 2pm in Heritage Plaza across the street from the downtown library and continues at various places until the afterparty at 7pm at the Sun Gallery.
Now, for the submissions!
Jazira Mi explores the joy, and the risks, of embracing life with both feet forward. John Culp expresses the joy of a rare moment of the seemingly impossible.
Kumar Ghimire speaks to the dreams that encourage him to push forward in reality. Mahbub Alam illustrates the risks and the joy of banding together with friends, family and neighbors and stepping into the unknown.
Some artists push forward through experimenting with craft and structure rather than through direct assertions within their pieces.
Mark Young contributes rough, surreal, textured artwork that is more about image and color than representation. Tuyet Van Do presents moments of ironic and poignant juxtaposition in her haikus while Jim Meirose presents a surrealist take on a poor sod’s visit to the doctor.
Eddie Heaton takes us on a tour through this life and the underworld through his mythical poetry.
This issue does “look before it leaps,” not ignoring the real difficulties and dangers many face in life.
Chimezie Ihekuna addresses the malaise continual artistic and professional frustration brings. Daniel De Culla comments on the dangers many young people face from predators in a tragicomic poem of advice for students.
Sunil Saroa conveys the loneliness of living among those who don’t understand you. William Hartwick paints a portrait of life with bipolar and Tourette’s and reminds us of the daily discrimination people with invisible or misunderstood disabilities face.
Stephen House relates how he realized the injustice of a dangerous work situation long after it had passed.
Yet, other writers point to hope, even when postponed, or to the possibility of being able to choose to respond to one’s circumstances in a courageous way.
Chloe Schoenfeld encourages people to persevere through difficult times through the metaphor of a butterfly. Maja Milojkovic raises her fist and heart for love in defiance of oppression and death.
Maurizio Brancaleoni suggest that some may tame their fear of global crises by exaggerating them for comedic effect. Whether this is a form of heroic courage or cowardly denial is up to readers to judge.
Anne Hendricks-Jones’ character assumes an alter ego as a heroine to save children from a school shooting. Sandro Piedrahita’s piece celebrates another kind of heroism, patient love and forgiveness amid the violence and fear of drug trafficking in South America.
Tammy Spears shares loving pieces in memory of her personal heroine, her deceased mother, and also honors her sister and soldiers who have chosen a path of courage and sacrifice. These are excerpts from her collection Flutter of an Eye.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde expresses her longing to be treated as a co-creator rather than a muse or a work of art herself, in a piece that could be addressed to a partner or a deity. Film critic Jaylan Salah takes a second look at beautiful bombshell Scarlett Johansson’s portrayal of femininity on screen and suggests that it may be more complex and assertive than it appears at first glance.
Many other writers explore the timeless themes of time, change, cycles, love and loss, grief, healing, and renewal.
Laura Marino’s bilingual haiku follows different seasons and times of day through a succession of moments in nature. Noah Berlatsky comments on being in sync, or out of sync, with the passage of time.
Laura Stamps captures a personality, place, and time through chatty postcard poems.
Mashhura Usmonova recollects the tender bloom of first love while Shahnoza Ochildiyeva conveys moments of young, idealistic soul-level happiness. Linda Springhorn Gunther reviews Lisa Scottoline’s novel Eternal, which situates the beauty of pasta and young love among the repression of 1930s Germany.
Brenton Booth captures short vignettes of moments of connection, real and imagined. Wazeed Abdullah reflects on the love and nurturance of families.
Robiul Awal Esa’s heartwarming story illustrates the power of kindness and gratitude for those who have helped us along in life.
Channie Greenberg sends up another gentle photographic submission, this time of beige and orange flowers. Don Bormon celebrates the natural beauty and renewal of spring.
Haze Fry questions whether time alone has the power to heal the wounds of a decayed romance. Zadie McGrath describes the deflation of a youthful romance in a school setting.
Mesfakus Salahin evokes the lingering aftermath of loss, whether death or the end of a relationship.
Azemina Krehic laments the ruins of a beautiful relationship that fell apart after a trip to historic Trieste. Emina Delilovic-Kevric grieves over the loss of her mother’s love, which happened even before her death.
J.J. Campbell addresses and accepts mortality and grounds his answers to life’s big spiritual questions in the here-and-now. Duane Vorhees explores the changing and seemingly arbitrary tides of fate, evolution, and personal destiny.
David Kopaska-Merkel draws on history to show how our personal and collective pasts can remain with us as we move into the future.
Christopher Bernard highlights the transcendent music of the Kronos Quartet that spans space, time, and different generations.
This issue melds the boundaries of space and time as well, representing work from contributors of different generations and nationalities. We hope that it pushes forward your own creative dreams.
Mashkhura Usmanova was born on May 16, 2006 in Gallaorol district, Jizzakh region. She has been practicing writing poetry since she was ten years old. She is a member of the international organizations “Creativity Forum for Culture, Arts and Peace” of Egypt, “AsihSasami” of Indonesia, “Iqra” of Pakistan, and “Juntospor las Letras” of Argentina.
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straight from cuba
seek out the lord
in the piano bar
down the street
maybe in the
curves of the
beautiful woman
playing the bass
guitar
maybe the lord
is lining up on
the table in the
corner
or unzipping her
shirt a little as she
tries to make an
impossible combo
shot
seek out the lord
in a plume of cigar
smoke straight from
cuba
the lord surely must
be in this glass of
whiskey
you have to be
a little drunk to
believe in a place
called heaven
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proud to say
spent the afternoon
listening to dolly
parton songs while
my mother was in
her physical therapy
session
proud to say
none of the
poems were
about the
obvious
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the conversations get a little wordy these days
i never had the need
to keep up with anyone
never cared for kings
and queens, presidents,
principals or gods
got really comfortable
talking to myself at
an early age
the conversations get
a little wordy these days
someone wants to show
off all those thirteen letter
words they know
i know i am the odd one
the one everyone could
think would be the next
mass gunman
and i have never even
owned a gun
although the local gun
shop and i share the
same first name
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live longer than me
walking with my mother
up and down the sidewalk
on a finally sunny day
she wants to get more
mobile again
either she really feels
alive again or she is
determined to see if
she could live longer
than me
my anxiety has put
the money on her
it must have forgotten
how stubborn i really
am
i could probably live
to 100 just to fucking
spite everyone
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who will check my emails when i die
the white noise
is meant to calm
dull you to sleep
instead, it is slowly
driving me insane
who will check
my emails when
i die
do ghosts need
dick pills or
have the desire
to contribute to
a political
campaign
sleep in the
sunshine
go drinking
at midnight
the lost souls
like to gather
at the corner
humming jane says
like we did thirty
years ago
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J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Black Shamrock, The Rye Whiskey Review and Yellow Mama. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
