Simple Tasks
Christopher Bernard reviews Overnight at The Flight Deck, in Oakland
A Beanstalk Grows in Oakland
Overnight
Gritty City Repertory Youth Theatre, Lower Bottom Playaz, Ragged Wing Ensemble, and Theatre Aluminous
The Flight Deck
Oakland
What would you do if you woke up one morning to discover that a skyscraper, all glass, steel and corporate facelessness, had appeared on your neighborhood block literally overnight, like Jack’s fabled beanstalk?
Would you question your sanity? Start a riot? Burn it down? Apply for a job there? All of the above?
The world over, this has become hardly a fantasy in many people’s lives: in China, entire “megacities” have sprouted in little more time, some of them still awaiting their first inhabitants, ghost cities, cargo cults of the wishful thinking of bureaucrats and over-zealous developers. Shanghai, Guangzhou, Dubai, Tokyo are well-known for big buildings going up with unnerving speed.
Even in the Bay Area it’s hardly an exaggeration, as entire neighborhoods in San Francisco are transformed from low-rise villages to immense forests of office and condo towers within months. Continue reading
Synchronized Chaos April 2017: Sacred Mysteries
This is the month when Jews celebrate Passover and Christians celebrate Easter, a time of spiritual insight. During a season when the weather is changing , we consider the way life continually renews itself and appreciate that it happens, even though we don’t entirely understand how and why.
The contributors to this month’s issue explore important questions and probe the edges of our understanding during this time of sacred mystery.
J.D. DeHart’s poems ask how much we know about our world, how much do we want to grasp, and how much this comprehension benefits us.
Gordon Hull shows through gently humorous, absurdist writing how our world throws piles of confusing information at us every day and it’s easy to get confused.
John Grochalski also explores absurdity. His speakers find themselves in uncomfortable, impossible situations that come, not from surreal imagination, but daily life in a social and economic landscape that seems inhospitable for ordinary people.
J.K. Durick’s writing probes the process of narrative creation and the consequences of devaluing truth.
Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope review column highlights the long-time appeal of mystery novels. Many people enjoy the suspense and adventure of a good thrill and puzzle.
In a quirky essay about two strangers from seemingly disparate lines of work, Donal Mahoney compares editing a manuscript to surgery. Both fields involve quite a bit of art as well as technical skill, a competence that we can’t yet reduce to a set of instructions.
J.J. Campbell shoots out some raw, tough-minded advice about making the most of life, while Sudeep Adhikari points out the irrationality of destroying life here on Earth while we search intently for it outside our solar system.
Benjamin Blake crafts pieces filled with imagination and self-examination, yet grounded in our physical world by their specific locations or vivid imagery.
Mahbub’s poetry calls attention to the continuity of ordinary life. Grass grows, people love, minds think, water lets us see our reflections.
In Joan Beebe’s pieces, humans are dwarfed by the power of nature, shown in the sky at sunset and also by our emotions when we experience loss and heartbreak.
Allison Grayhurst’s poetry looks at cycles in relationships, connection and loss. Her pieces have a tribal and timeless feeling, reminiscent of the Biblical commentary in Ecclesiastes.
Michael Robinson’s pieces evoke spiritual searching, as a curious child and then as a thoughtful adult aware of the world’s hardship.
Christopher Bernard reviews the poetry collection The Territory of Dawn: Selected Poems of Eunice Odio, translated by Keith Ekiss. The poems, as he describes them, represent a spiritual quest informed by modernity and open to the findings of science. Living in the ‘real world’ does not have to mean abandoning the search for and celebration of life’s beauty and meaning and purpose.
We at Synchronized Chaos Magazine wish you a wonderful and thoughtful time as the seasons change and you welcome the new chapter of life.
Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope
A Fool and His Honey by Charlaine Harris
This is a book I checked out from my local library. Charlaine Harris is the author of the Sookie Stackhouse series which became a series on cable TV. This series is the Aurora Teagarten series. Aurora Teagarten comes across many dead bodies throughout each of the series and then goes about solving the crimes. It is well written and really keeps the reader engrossed throughout the whole book. It is very hard to put down the book once you start reading. She has your attention from the very first page. I recommend this to anyone who loves Charlaine Harris books and others. This is a series in which you don’t need to read the first in order to know what is going on. You can pick up any book in the series and get interested right away. Definitely worth the read!
Poetry from Gordon Hull
The Boggling Facts
As my mind is boggled,
Boggled I will be,
Begging to stop the boggling of what I see,
Boggling is what they do,
Boggling me and you,
Boggling what do I mean?
Boggling you have seen,
Boggling they think we believe,
Once the boggling has stopped then life will be true,
So why are we boggled or baffled if we believe what they say,
Boggling is the governments way,
Boggle us here,
Boggle us there,
Boggle us everywhere,
So let’s stop the boggling,
Or as what our government likes to say,
Alternative fact by the way…
Poetry from Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Gratuity Rex
He told his driver to take him to the airport
and since he was the driver
he drove to the airport
and he thought about tipping the driver
the conversation was friendly
enough
but something about the driver irked him
some people just don’t get on
so he decided to be polite
but firm
unloading his own bags
from the trunk
and since the airplane would not be invented
for another half century
he had to sit in the airport terminal
for quite a while
before his
flight.
Poetry from Joan Beebe





