Poetry from JD DeHart
Poetry from J.K. Durick
PTSD
Somethings we should forget
never go away, live with us,
stay on as dreams, as nightmares,
sleeping and/or awake, the line is
so slight at times like these.
We send people off to wars,
wars far enough away we
rarely think of them, but
when they return too often
they bring war back with them,
like the guy next town over
who called 911 three times
saying he was surrounded, under fire,
the people in the next house
were, he saw them, building a bomb.
After he opened fire they came,
rambling on the phone is never
enough, but shots fired, neighbors
huddling in their homes, like
in a war zone, gets them out.
This time he survived, surrendered
peacefully, neighbors frightened,
a bullet hole here and there, their-
our familiar calm restored; during
his court appearance he seemed
the most frightened of us all.
Short story from Michael Marrotti
Too Big for the Small Press
It’s funny how life works out. After four excruciating years in the small press scene, I was famous. A living, breathing overnight sensation. What’s even funnier is, I can’t attribute my writing to the fame. It was a complete denigration of the art form that awarded me the accolades.
You’re shaking your head in disbelief, huh? Well, please allow me to explain.
A poem I wrote a few years back entitled “The Great Fire Of Pittsburgh”, was the culprit behind my expulsion of the Brookline Open Mic.
“It’s a profound, angry piece of poetry that made the crowd feel uncomfortable.”
Synchronized Chaos November 2016: Resilience in a Capricious Universe
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Synchronized Chaos November 2016: Resilience in a Capricious Universe
Welcome, family and friends, to November’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. Sending honor and respect to the departed for those who celebrate Day of the Dead or Samhain, and prayers for abundance for those marking American Thanksgiving.
This month we acknowledge the unpredictable nature of our lives, and our world, and honor our ability to survive within it by toughening up or adapting to change.
Vijay Nair’s poetry shows us how friendship is not always true, as people can betray us. We can gain strength and learn from all experiences, and some lessons are best learned in solitude.
M. Spear’s poems form wry critiques of the ways we ignore and exploit each other and express personal determination to move forward as an individual.
Poetry from Michael Marrotti deals with learning to manage others’ self-absorbed behavior by recognizing it and distancing oneself.
Jenny Santellano gives a visual portrayal of depression and mania as a mental prison, trapping the speaker within the bars of fluctuating energy and moods.
Suvojit Banerjee offers up colorful imagery of poverty, violence, nuclear war, and slum life. The radiance and liveliness of Banerjee’s work contrasts with the shortened, limited existences of the people he mentions, highlighting the tragedies he depicts.
A short story from Michael Robinson, also set within a poor and rough neighborhood, illustrates how men and boys can also experience sexual confusion, feelings of lost innocence, and body shame.
Mahbub celebrates natural life and growth and human love, as we see through his gentle metaphor how these qualities persist through periods of loneliness and struggle.
Lewis Mark Grimes reviews Stephen Nawotniak’s children’s book Mubu the Morph, which encourages patience and tolerance by showing an anthropomorphized creature trying various activities and roles. Grimes, an admirer of children’s literature, sees this concept as a metaphor for sentient life in general.
Art from Rui Carvalho also plays with the idea of childhood, with an intricate black and white rendition of a fairy with a child’s face. Childhood is full of rapid change and events outside of the young person’s control, but also the capacity to adapt to new circumstances.
A poem from Christopher Bernard brings Dr. Seuss-like political humor to the American election landscape.
An essay from Donal Mahoney points out that plants we consider useless can be crucial for preserving life, such as the monarch butterflies who lay their eggs on the milkweed of Maplewood, Missouri.
Poetry from Mark Schwartz, replete with intellectual and literary references, depicts the author’s active mental life while his body is confined in a nursing home recovering from an injury. He advocates a kinder society where we nurture and take care of everyone, no matter how useful, or not, they may seem to those in charge.
Elizabeth Hughes reviews Rita D’Orazio’s novel Legend of the Coco Palms Resort, a tale of ghosts, memory, romance and suspense set on a Hawaiian vacation lodge, in her monthly Book Periscope column.
Joan Beebe showcases the intricate majesty of a wooden clock her husband carved. Time reminds us of the sorrows of impermanence and mortality, but can also be marked in style.
A short story from JD DeHart renders of the Biblical story of Job in a country farm town, from the point of view of Satan, the innocent man’s tormenter and accuser. In DeHart’s piece, the Devil inflicts great suffering out of curiosity and gives up out of boredom, reflecting a capricious universe.
Writing, creating art and communicating can be a means of resilience, of understanding and making something out of random or challenging circumstances. We thank you for reading the words of our contributors and allowing their stories to last and be heard.
Poetry from Vijay Nair
Beware of friendship
Barking dogs all friends not
My bitten flesh his poisoned teeth
Iago my plague everywhere
France first massacred St. Bartholomew
Statecraft of duplicity scheming dark
Machiavellian my Italian downfall a fool
Othello slew Desdemona, naive my genius
Unallowed conscience fo’r mach four test
Tongue his, a boneless strong
To break enough a heart
Lawyer he of mistakes own
Jehovah he other mistakes judge
Hates, spending clock
Wise your correct him
Unless, learn to face own
Shadow see in others
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Story from Michael Robinson
Prostitutes and Keyholes
Dedicated to my friend and mentor Philip F. Deaver and Angelic Edwards
This story contains heartfelt, deep, important, but adult content. Please feel welcome to click to read more.
