Synchronized Chaos December 2018: Daydreams and Reveries

Welcome to December’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine! First off, here’s a scholarly paper on Chaos Theory from Femke Reitsma of the Graduate School of Geography, University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee. 

Our theme for this month is Daydreams and Reveries. 

Poet Mahbub’s speakers step out of linear time and place to process grief, love, and other strong emotions. One of Joan McNerney’s pieces concerns a literal dream, along with speakers who are dwarfed by the machinery, trains, and violence of urban life.

Michael Robinson takes us through the understated journey of a black boy, or man, through various forms of pain, including racist violence and personal loss, towards healing. He also reviews poet Jamel Gross’ new collection A Knight Without His Lovers, which is a tour-de-force through various kinds of romantic and family love. Interestingly, Gross also writes paranormal horror and action adventure, another angle on the subconscious.

Chris Nold relates a disjointed set of ephemera – emails, notes, drunken texts – that convey the life of a traveling salesman, along with narrative that reads like diary entries. Norman Olson details his journey through Scotland and Iceland, which includes a museum exhibit on the pre-Raphaelite artists and a historical illustration on the old Scottish weaving industry, now outsourced. Chimezie Ihekuna contributes a story of a holiday celebration nearly lost, then rekindled with a sudden blessing, in his excerpt from his new collection Christmas Time! 

Rui Carvalho renders life on Earth as a dreamlike island retreat, where we drift together with other creatures through sleep and wakefulness.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan’s clever, but tough-minded vignettes include a piece on going back to childhood to experience the awkward stages of learning as the very young learn. Mark Young reflects on our brainpower and creativity as human beings and ponders the many ways we can choose to use our lives and insights.

Joan Beebe describes how talking with loved ones and turning one’s thoughts to the future can help people survive traumas, including medical crises. When we move our thoughts out of the immediate present we can benefit from a larger and more hopeful perspective and rejoin community to share our insights with others.

Sheryl Bize-Boutte also shares a tale of family love, where a husband brings his wife back to the days of their youthful love with the gift of a special dress.

Lil Snott’s poetic speaker also changes himself while recovering from a personal trauma, and becomes more conventional, more the way he feels others wanted him to be. It’s left ambiguous whether this change is positive, though.

J.J. Campbell offers up dreamier-than-usual ruminations on lost love and vitality, while probing the thin line between pain and pleasure. Sylvia Ofoha carries readers through cycles of ragged emotions: from grief to relief to joy and then back again. James D. Casey also journeys through grief, as his speakers lament the loss of parts of themselves along with formerly idolized loved ones.

John Patrick Robbins explores self-deception, the difference between your exterior and interior. The way people see you, the way you want them to see you, and the way you see yourself may be three totally different matters.

Chimezie Ihekuna, in the final installment of his drama The Success Story, presents a dream fully realized, while Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope reviews titles that concern perseverance towards one’s goals. These include Marshall Ginevan’s law enforcement action drama The Wrong Side of the Badge, Patricia Thorpe’s children’s book The Canada Goslings: Lilly and Scooter, and Everton Robinson’s parenting title A Child’s Guide to Wisdom, ten-year-old author Sebastian Deras’ adventuresome Space Rangers  and Bonnie Ring’s sensitively rendered Women Who Knew Jesus. 

Finally, poet Vijay Nair presents two pieces about making the most of your life, and becoming your own hero by how you choose to live. Scott Thomas Outlar joins him in that sentiment with a philosophical essay on how to create positive change by focusing on creating what you would like to see rather than tearing down the negative.

This is from our friend and colleague Rui Carvalho: 

We are very happy to announce that the literary contest ‘Nature’ is about to start. This year’s theme is “The Nature of the Universe”,
with Earth’s terrestrial nature remaining central to the theme.

All are welcome to enter by submitting a piece of writing on the theme of nature and the natural world. This can be a poem, a short essay, or a short story. American author Janine Canan, who has a long and established reputation writing on these themes, will serve as judge, and Portuguese author Rui Carvalho sponsors the contest and prizes.

Further details and deadlines can be found at: https://talesforlove.blogs.sapo.pt/

Poetry from Mark Young

the benefits of technology

 

Determined to honor the

father she never knew, a

polaron & a soliton lattice —

sort of the homely under-

dogs of the whale world —

were included as special

cases. So that the dangers

of non-lethal blast waves

 

on the same or the following

day wouldn’t affect any

other relevant products, she

added a silly dance track —

directed toward a retirement

investment in the stock market—

that had finally gotten some

traction earlier in the year.

 

drowning calling

 

a knife all blade

an endless mystery

an unheard-of incident

not months but moments

 

can by & far more

end up melancholy

& fatalistic can retrain

become guest judges

 

to become a part of

our reality shows

which have become

a part of our reality

 

& deepen the mystery

a kind of wild justice

 

a high end sports drink

 

Assiduity is a core dimension

of appropriate intervention, en-

courages her to be either an

anonymous maker of perfect

pianos or the force & inspiration

behind the carbs & electrolytes

of a natural hair color. This

discipline stems from the appli-

 

cation of theological biology,

which, even without its spiritual

leader, promotes an inflexible

dogma that favors totalitarian rule

& the need to perform repeated

rotations around arbitrary points.

 

Mark Young lives in a small town in North Queensland in Australia, & has been publishing poetry for almost sixty years. He is the author of around forty-five books, primarily text poetry but also including speculative fiction, vispo, & art history. His work has been widely anthologized, & his essays & poetry translated into a number of languages. His most recent books are les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on chessboard grids, published by Luna Bisonte Prods, & The Word Factory: a miscellany, from gradient books of Finland. Due for publication are Residual sonnets from Ma Books, & an e-book, A Vicarious Life — the backing tracks, from otata.

Poetry from James D. Casey

Screaming from a Secret Oubliette
 
In my heart, there’s a spark that screams out to the child in me. In my dreams he’s alive. In reality, he died a hero. In a battle to save my soul.
 
My tired third eye screams for peace of mind. Mind over matter isn’t easily achieved in doubt. Doubt is hard to overcome in sadness. Sadness is hard to wash away when Happiness is a state of mind. 
 
Pale white bones. Pale white horse. Pale white clouds. Pale white snow. Pale white ghost in pale white clothes in a pale white room. All mixed up in black days turning a pale shade of grey like the ashes of bones, but bones are the hardest offerings to burn.
 
That ghost is the child in me. Screaming back at my heart from a place so deep there’s no way out. A secret oubliette built long ago by my own hands. Betrayed by the very soul he tried to save. So it goes. The battle rages on.
 
 
Jack Shit
keep the secret
hear the call
of fear
behind wasted
days
cigarettes &
strong coffee
can’t fix it
but
sometimes
they help
they listen
more so
when Old
No.7
joins the
conversation
especially
if the
only
thing you
have control of
is the title
of this poem
Portrayed State of Delirium
the dream body
exists apart from
the physical
one trick
to control them
is to see
yourself
for dreams
have only one owner
at a time
change the world
in a dream
change in reality
will follow
deeper the dream
longer the sleep
darker the night
brighter the stars
in a portrayed
state of
delirium
awake
asleep
James D. Casey IV is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi. He currently resides in Illinois with his Beautiful Muse, their retarded dog, and two black cats. Mr. Casey has authored six books of poetry, and his most recent title is Death & Love/Love & Death released October 13th through Cajun Mutt Press. His work has also been published extensively by literary magazines and small press venues including Medusa’s Kitchen, Outlaw Poetry, Beatnik Cowboy, Triadæ Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Dope Fiend Daily, Under The Bleachers, Zombie Logic Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Tuck Magazine, and several others internationally. James mainly spends his days writing poetry, but also enjoys practicing magick and cooking Cajun cuisine. 
Links to his books and other projects can be found here: https://cajunpoetjames.wordpress.com/

Poetry from Sylvia Ofoha

WORTH ACCEPTANCE

I don’t have a life,
I don’t have a dream,
End me now,
Claim my soul,
I’m sure you’ll reject it,
As I’m not worth it all.

Oh leave me alone,
I’m weak and feeble,
Strength is below my desires now,
As the grave is just within my grasp,
But fear of rejection from you is not certain,
As I am forgotten by you also.

Grave oh grave,
Beautiful are your beneath and within.
I’m too weak for second chances,
I want to go down as it is all I see,
Take me now,
As only you will accept me.
Face your fears and calm your heart,
For I have never forgotten you,
I am always behind and before,
I see it all,
I can calm the storm in your heart if you just let me,
I can bury you in the grave of my love,
And you and well within the confines of my heart,
Just leave yourself to me.

Calm your heart my child,
I am lord of all,
And protector of many,
Shield you I shall,
If you just let me,
Bless you I will,
If you accept me,
Another chance you are given

Take it and live,
My strength is yours.
You are never below my thought,
For you are mine,
And I love you,
Come,
And dwell in the abyss of my love,
For you are worth all,
And more.

TAKING REIGN

I am crying,
I am hurting,
Come take me from here,
I dwell in the filth of my past,

Save me from me,
Save me from pain,
Take me to a safe place,
Where lullabies are sung,
I want to be free,
I want to smile,
I want to feel.

That day came,
I was free,
I ran faster than a stallion,
My heart beat faster than a cheetah’s,
Oh I felt the breeze on my face,
The rain covers my tears,
And the moonless night my fears,
I was happy,
I was at peace
I was free,
I was home.

But as fast as lightening,
It all came to an end,
My freedom was taken from me,
My soul was clouded again,
Why is my fate as dark as the depth of the sea,
Oh grave just open up and swallow me.

No,
I have the right to freedom,
I have the right to smile,
I have the right to feel at peace,
And fight I would,
To keep up with the claim on my soul,
I would fight,
For it all,
Fight for all the good things of life,
I would fight,
Even till the end,
I will fight,
Till a smile never leaves my face,
I will fight,
Until my soul finds home and the freedom it so craves,
I will fight,
Till my nightmares are all over,
And the early morning sun creeps in.

THE AWAKENING

Day has turned to night,
Night has turned to burning flames,
Fear creeping in like on gold as time.
Calamity kissing pain,
Failure embracing hurt,
Kindness clouded by greed.
Compliments drowned in savagery,
Smiles slapped by tears,
Happiness resigned to emptiness.

Deep in the abyss,
A plea for the morning rays,
Sings louder than voices of souls.
Dream begone,
Pain bestilled,
Fear be silent,
Listen to the voice of the sun,
Bathe in the depths of its righteousness,
Let thy eyes swell in its beauty.
As it all come to naught;
But an everlasting peace,
As you let thy heart embrace its awakening

Poetry from Rui Carvalho

Our beautiful island
We all live on an island, blue,
which is spacious is great … immense,
in its circular, rugged,
just like our dreams.
Mystic of the summer evening in Lisbon,
Rose near the Largo do Camões.
We only have this island, in a blue sea,
of a darkness berthed in the plains,
and mountains, where flowers bloom,
colorful loves, who are born, and they,
leafy, grow, bubble of life,
and die, and with them we, orphaned insects.
We only have this island.
We are this island.
We breathe this sea.
Over there we see the chalk color of the moon.
We slumber in this primordial water of our mother.
by Rui Carvalho
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Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

The Canada Goslings, Lilly and Scooter, A Lesson Learned by Patricia A. Thorpe.
The Canada Goslings by Patricia A. Thorpe is a very cute children’s picture book. The book has a very cute story of two Canadian Geese, Maude and Arnold, who fly to Lake Kristine in Wisconsin to lay her eggs. After the eggs hatch and as the goslings learn to fly, one has trouble learning. This book teaches young children not to give up, to keep trying. It teaches children that through perseverance they can accomplish their goals. The illustrations are bright and young children will love to look at them as someone reads them the story. I very highly recommend this book. What a wonderful gift it would make for a little one.
The Wrong Side of the Badge by Marshall Ginevan
The Wrong Side of the Badge is another absolutely great thriller by Marshall Ginevan featuring Eddie Donevant and his wife Elaine. In this installment, Eddie is in prison having been framed for a murder. When he gets released he joins a team to go after the crooked guards and cops and a judge who is bringing illegal drugs into the U.S.. Elaine even proves she isn’t a meek little wife when she goes after the one who is paid to kill her. Love that part. So get a copy of The Wrong Side of the Badge for another thrilling installment of the Eddie Donevant Thrillers and enjoy. I absolutely recommend this book.
A Child’s Guide to Wisdom by Everton Robinson
A Child’s Guide to Wisdom is a very unique book on teaching a small child how to be a smart, compassionate person. This is a great book for all parents of young children. It also teaches good manners and not to be rude. On each page is a bit of wisdom for the child to learn. A chart is provided on each page to show how many times the child remembers. There is also a small reward chart. I highly recommend this book for parents of small children. This is important especially in this day and age where rudeness and hatred seems to be so acceptable anymore. Christmas is almost here and this would make a lovely gift. I, myself, will be gifting mine to my daughter in law.
Women Who Knew Jesus by Rev. Dr. Bonnie Ring
For far too long women have been put by the wayside in their importance in humanity. This book tells us of the highly important role that women had in Biblical times when their rights were nonexistent. This is an excellent book to read by oneself or in a book club or Bible Study. Rev. Dr. Bonnie ring emphasizes the importance and compassion Jesus placed on women. They showed their faith in Him and how much they believed. It tells of Jesus’ mother Mary and what she would have gone through with the pregnancy of Jesus. It tells us that no matter who we are or where we have come from, we matter to Jesus and that He loves us and wants us to have everlasting life. This book tells of other women and their stories. This will touch your heart and show us how much our faith counts. This book is an excellent gift for a friend or even yourself.
Space Rangers by Sebastian Deras
Space Rangers is a very unique sci-fi book in that the author is 10 years old. It is about two boys who fall down a sewer hole and land in a Robot City. They are then chosen to fight the enemies. This is a brilliant book and shows that if someone has the will they can put their imagination down on paper and turn it into a book. This is an absolutely great gift for a child you know. They will love reading it since the author is their age. I absolutely love it and know that Sebastian will have a great career as an author ahead of him!

Elizabeth Hughes

Poetry from Mahbub

The Sun Eclipse

 

Mahbub

I watch the sun over my head

Covered with darkness

I drowse feeling so weakness in my body

But you can’t guess to see the face or body

I speak with you, deliver my lecture

All goes as before as usual

My inside is covered with death

The world is departing from me

When the sun is covered with the moon

I reside, sit beside you

There is no light to reflect

I turned back to home

And take a pathological rest

Then the light moves on my eyes

I start for the day.

 

 

 

Day Dream

 

Loving the sky I came to you

Like a butterfly I flew to the every corner of the ground

Broken my heart around

At last I got the prize

You laughed at me but I continue

And I continue the love I nourished for you

Dreamed a lot with sweet mixing

I lost my tenderness having too much day and night

And mind bends always on the light and shade of you

Like the ripe mangoes together swings my head

You tasted a lot to your hearts content

Nothing to move, nothing to say

I lay close to the sky beside the moon

I know the refusal gift must be the new

Catch up the golden beautiful hands

Staring bound with glittering eyes.

 

 

No Chaos Here

 

 

You fight for the right

You fight for the might

You want to dominate all by your own

Though you know you can not

You like to run on the wrong to win the race

You know the judgment of the humanity

You do judge and observe the whole

We see what you do

What’s the right and what not

When I see only the branches of the tree

And the vast land blue and green

Soothes my eyes, fills the mind

And after a long way walking

Towards the open sky land

Go to bed and have a sound sleep 

No disturbance of any other firing

Bombing or tear gas throwing

Bound to nature, nature to me

A constant play both for each other

No chaos here, no sorrow, no cry

No lamentation for the loss of the near and dear ones.

You can say, ‘A vagabond learner.’

 

 

I lay an egg every night

 

I lay an egg every night

This egg day after day gets larger in number

You, my companions enjoy the taste

And appreciate that I feel so excited

The eggs once got warmth of the feathers

Over the new born babies the new sunlight

I became so happy with the off-springs

And celebrate the day by a party

All the guests whispered

How charming! How charming!

I lay an egg every night for you, my friend.

 

 

Sleepless Night

 

Nowadays I can’t sleep at night

Sleeping nights once very favorite to me

It was as though you were my sleeping peel

And then slowly I became very fond of sleeping

Gave me much pleasure and freshness after rising from bed

Whenever I got time o my loving bed I slept

Nowadays I can’t, my friend, why? is it for age?

Now I am at the age more than forty years

In the meantime my mother passed away suddenly

Leaving me alone breaking my heart flooded the eyes

Painful thoughts often pinch all my body and soul

Sometimes water rolls down from my eyes in my solitude

O mother, I lost you I lost you for ever

O sighs you will never stop because

She is flowing in my blood in my eyes

After that deep cries and thoughts

All seem to be green and fresh

In the dewy sunny morning

It appears that nothing will go out of reach, light of glory

O heaven, o joy, peaceful sight, sleep how can I get back

O mother, sleep my mother as you gave me sleep burning the midnight oil

I pray for you as you sang for me to sleep every night.

 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

25/05/2018