Synchronized Chaos April 2022: Climate Sensitivity

Climate sensitivity is a term used by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) to describe to what extent rising levels of greenhouse gases affect the Earth’s temperature. Specifically, it describes how much warmer the planet will get if the amount of greenhouse gases in the atmosphere doubles.

In this issue, contributors grapple with the effects of our actions on our climates: ecological, political, social, and personal.

Note: If you’d like to make a difference for the Earth by planting trees, you may visit One Tree Planted for information on how to replenish natural forests around the world. One dollar plants one tree! Also, if you’re an artist who creates work inspired by ecology and nature, you can include your work as part of Earth Day’s campaign to showcase Artists for the Earth.

Several writers from the B Street Writing Group in Hayward, CA address ecological climate change in a collection of pieces which they will perform at the Sun Gallery at Hayward’s first annual Lit Hop, Saturday April 30th.

Image c/o Kai Stachowiak

Leticia Garcia Bradford wonders whether her individual actions are making enough of a difference for the environment. Linda Hibbard speaks on climate through the POV of a melting snowman. Gloria Lopez and Tess Tyler outline the effects of environmental change on humans as well as the rest of the ecosystem.

Patricia Doyne’s work crashes into our consciousness, illustrating storms as an effect of our changing planet. Lisbeth Garcia-Lopez brings a poignant tale of flowers destroyed by pollution. Al Murdach depicts a green statue of Jesus and its potential significance, including stewardship for creation.

Finally, with his trademark humor, Hayward’s poet laureate Bruce Roberts encourages us to pack our bikinis for Arctic sunbathing.

Other writers take a more personal and psychological approach to writing about landscapes of various kinds.

Photo from Larisa Koshkina

Loretta Siegel celebrates nature in a piece inviting someone to join her out “where the rabbits run,” while Michael Hough describes a walk out at night with his dog and the screech of owls in the air. Gabriel T. Saah’s speaker contemplates his deep love for his partner while walking along the beach at sunset. He draws on nature within himself, his own body, as well as outdoor scenery for imagery.

Sarika Jaswani highlights the solitude that gives her the space for creative thought, which she finds in rural, urban, and literary landscapes. Jelvin Gibson evokes the rich beauty of nature while mourning a lost love, and Mahbub waxes poetic on the delicate embrace of birdsong, sprouting grass, and pastureland.

Mamadee Kanneh probes the inner landscape of his moods, often as complex and out of his control as the weather. The sun, and its mythological connotations, illustrate Isabella Hansen’s speaker’s grief over the loss of her brother. Hazel Fry stares into the ocean and muses on evolution, ecology, fluidity, and femininity.

Photo c/o Petr Kratochvil

Geoff Sawers paints European urban landscapes with language evoking their complex, rich, and sometimes dark pasts. Do Toan Dien draws on the spiritual, natural, and architectural heritage of Vietnam in his bilingual poetry. Federico Wardal covers a talk from archaeologist Dr. Zahi Hawass on how researchers located Cleopatra’s tomb in a piece that celebrates ancient Egyptian culture.

Nadja Moore depicts various miscommunications: a humorous disconnect over dinner and a more poignant tale of a child ghost trying to get her family’s attention. Doug Hawley’s flash fiction explores through humor the dangers we face in the wild: age, declining health, animal and human predators.

Stephen House looks in on others with compassion – a man with mental challenges, animals bred and destined for slaughter – and also speculates on how we might bring different perspectives to the same circumstances.

Photo from Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Sheila Murphy probes human nature with a mix of short pieces and character sketches that explore both our fragility and our resilience. John Grey writes of the imperfect human experience: bumbling dancers, drinkers with bad breath, marital disillusionment after a flood. J.J. Campbell conveys the awkwardness, hope, and cynicism of love at midlife, while Emmanuel G.G. Yamba vows not to let death take him without a fight.

Ivan S. Fiske’s speaker draws upon various religious images to describe his profound connection with the person he loves. Michael Robinson presents calm odes to the spiritual nourishment found through instances of beauty in urban environments.

Christopher Bernard contributes a poetic piece on history and memory and speculates that becoming a poet might be a calling as much as a professional identity.

Still other writers play with mixed media and language.

Photograph from Dawn Hudson

Jerome Berglund pairs nighttime urban shots through a car window with haikus, while Heller Levinson fragments concepts, definitions and ultimately words into thought pieces. Mark Young’s first piece harks back to Ezra Pound’s style while his other poems reflect on political communication.

Other writers address the global sociopolitical climate.

Photo c/o Circe Denyer

Patricia Doyne mourns the invasion of Ukraine in a piece from the point of view of a little boy who loses his mother. Steven Croft addresses war in Ukraine as well as Iraq from a more panoramic perspective, while commenting on Bolivia’s economic growth.

Chimezie Ihekuna urges humanity to abandon war as a means to solve differences. Christopher Bernard depicts the Ukrainian tragedy through the trauma of a young refugee boy, while David Dephy’s work honors the beauty of Ukraine and issues strident calls for chaos to depart. Ike Boat shares his service as the master of ceremonies during a Christian university’s graduation in Ghana.

We hope that this issue adds a bit of inspiration to your day while challenging your heart and mind and imagination.

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Poetry from Emmanuel G.G. Yamba

~ When I See Death ~



When we cross paths

I won't even be scared

Rolling up my sleeves

And preparing my fist

I'll join him into a fight



When death comes for me

I won't beg on my knees

Crying for a chance

For a life he didn't give

But hit him in the face



For the hurt that he caused me

Taking my loved ones from me

Emptying my house of family

Leaving my life lonely

And ending all my gravy



I'm gonna unleash my anger against him

Knowing fully well I will not win

But for him to taste small pain

That is experienced by mortal beings

Before taking me with him

Essay from Ike Boat

Arti-Blog Title: WTS 4th Graduation Ceremony

On 10th March 2022, around 3 pm, we were on a journey to the West as part of in-land missions to my birthplace of Takoradi, where most of my creative skills and abilities started in my teenage years. Unusually, there are close to five stoppages by the commercial mini-buses, which take several hours on the road before reaching the West-Side destination. They didn’t care appropriately about us as passengers, and my traveling bag was not so durable. All other happenings brought about mixed emotions, but in all of that, Thanks To God #TTG, we arrived safely at the destination. By the way, let’s proceed to the subject-matter title as far as this Arti-Blog is concerned.

On Saturday, 19th March 2022, at 10 am, I arrived at the venue of the 4th Graduation Ceremony of the International Christian Worship Centre in West Fijai, Western Region of Ghana, West Africa. I served as an MC there and did Voice-Over work on the Ad-Jingle Wisdom Theological SeminaryWTS program, recorded in Kasoa, Central Region of Ghana. Here’s the program outline in the brochure of the Wisdom Theological SeminaryWTS 4th Graduation Ceremony, which took place on the above date and venue.

  1. Musical Interlude
  2. Procession Hymn
  3. Opening Prayer
  4. Welcome Address
  5. Purpose Of Gathering
  6. Introduction Of Dignitaries
  7. Chairperson’s Response
  8. Scripture Reading By Three Graduates
  9. SRC’s Speech
  10. Offering
  11. Song Ministration
  12. Chancellor’s Speech
  13. Guest Speaker’s Speech (Rev. John D. Boone – USA)
  14.  Student’s Vows
  15. Charge To The Students
  16. Student’s Pledge
  17. Presentation Of Certificates & Awards
  18. Prayer For Students
  19. Special Offering
  20. Chairperson’s Response
  21. Vote Of Thanks
  22. Announcement
Rev. Evans Ankomah, Chancellor/Principal of Wisdom Theological Seminary #WTS

The Musical Interlude was made possible by the invited ministers and choir as well as the Procession Hymn, led by one of the music ministers present. The Opening Prayer was led by Pastor Hope Graham, the Welcome Address led by Pastor David Arku, and the Purpose Of Gathering was led by Pastor Maxwell Amo-Ntsiful. Afterwards,the Introduction Of Dignitaries was led by the Founder/Chancellor Rev. Dr. Evans Ankomah. The Chairperson was Honourable Isaac Adjei Mensah, a Christian political figure and a Member of Parliament for the Wassa East Constituency, Western Region of Ghana. Indeed, two of the outstanding moments of the event were when the Guest from the USA, Reverend John D. Boone, was given an Ordination Certificate courtesy Rev. Dr. Evans Ankomah. And, when the Chairperson Honourable Isaac Adjei Mensah requested special prayers as he knelt in front of the altar in absolute humility. The Chancellor Reverend Dr. Evans Ankomah delivered a speech and special guest Reverend John D. Boone (USA) also delivered a sermonlike speech for which dialect translation became somewhat like a hard-nut to crack by yours truly, Ike Boat. Interpretation and translation brought wisdom and understanding to the audience. To God be the glory, Hallelujah!

Student Vows was also led by Reverend Kingsley A. Prempeh, whilst Charge Of Student/Graduates was led by Apostle Dr. Isaac Odenyame. The Student Pledge was led by the Chancellor/Founder Reverend Dr. Evans Ankomah and the Presentation of Certificates & Awards was also done by the church elders and leaders on the podium.

Amongst other things, the new school anthem was also made known to the audience as a means to ensure fund-raising and generous support in order to record it in the studio and make it useful as the official WTS Anthem composed by Ike Boat. There was a total of Sixteen (16) Graduates, viz Four (4) being females and Twelve (12) being males in the 4th Graduation Ceremony of Wisdom Theological SeminaryWTS in the Western Region of Ghana, WA.

Different Addition To The Program Outline

Play of the WTS Ad-Jingle to the audience as a means of publicity and popularity. 

Spoken-Word poetry infusion performance by Ike Boat

Aftermath shoot of Time With Ike Boat #TWIB – Guest On Set: Rev. Dr. Evans Ankomah

Please, if you sense the call of God to embark on missions in south-western Ghana, I hereby beseech and recommend you kindly send Email via: pastorevansonline@gmail.com , Direct Call or Whats-App: +233209445627, +233242613081 Also, you can get in touch concerning Ministry Partnership, Sponsorship or Missions Affiliation. Thank You.

Submission By Yours Truly Ike Boat – Synchronized Chaos International Magazine #SCIM – Regular Contributor & Regional Representative.  Email: ikeboatofficial@gmail.com , Phone: +233 267117700, +233 552477676 Thank You.

Poetry from Ivan S. Fiske

Scriptures

today,
i'm plaiting these words
with the hands of affection
& rooting it in the palms of love

frankly,
i miss you
from the day you accepted my citizenship in your heart
every part of me has always thirsted for you

like a baby
i'm still learning how to speak
for my lips holds the memory of our first kiss

every time 
your presence resides in the chest of mine
the glances of your smile fill my heart with joy
truth be told, i have painted your smile all over my heart 
to shimmer my many scars

i wish i could clay myself into a wind
sail over to you & wrap you in warmness
whenever you are far away from me
that i may always be nearer to you

if loving you becomes a sin
i will nail our bond to God's Word
clay you like a rib & place you back into me
for eternity is our bond

Poetry from Christopher Bernard

Knock Knock:
A Poem for Ukraine

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Ukrainian boy.
I have walked from far,
Over fields of snow
And ice of roads
And cities at war.
I don’t know you.
Are there any with you?
My family is gone,
I don’t know where.
I’m here all alone.
May I come in?
I have a number
On my hand. Can I call?
Not on my land!
There’s a country
Down the road.
Try them there.
It’s far, and I’m cold.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Ukrainian boy.
Can I come in?
I’m so tired,
And the wind is so cold. . . .
Why are you here?
What is that 
In your eyes? Is it tears?
Is it sadness or fear?
No, it is ice,
It is melting there.
Go down the road.
There is nothing for you here.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Ukrainian boy.
Can you say where I am?
I saw ghosts on the road,
They looked like my papa,
My mama, my sister,
My brother at home.
Has anything happened to them?
Will you please let me in?
I’m so tired, I don’t think 
I can walk any more.
I can’t feel my hands.
May I come in here?
What is that number
Written out on your hand?
When I call, there is silence 
At the other end.
Come in and rest
On my bed. No, it’s snow . . .
When you sleep you will never
Fear war again.
No, no, I must go,
How will I get home
If now I don’t go?
Come in and rest,
Come in and rest,
Come in and rest
Until you must go . . .  

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Who knocked at our door?
Show yourself if you’re there!

But there was no one there,
Only the sound of the wind,
And the snow in the air.


The Sunken Palace 

The curlew calls in the sycamore tree.
Do you hear it? A boy’s laugh follows.

A rustle of gold flickers over the lake.
The sky is cold and on fire.

Do you see the fair one, the kind one, the holy?
She is not to be seen on the tower.

There is only a shadow to be seen in the arch
And an iron gate as it closes.

He is gone now, and she is not here.
Their story, our story, is over.

The palace of love was a fable. The rain
Fell for long on the meadow.

At the season when the moon was a song in the snow
And the wind was a shout in the mountains,

The ghosts of the palace where the ballroom had drowned
Danced in a lake of shadows.


The Sound of Falling Trees


“There’s no such thing as ‘being a poet.’” 
—T. S. Eliot

It used to be
an almost embarrassing compliment.
If someone called you that, you skipped 
a heartbeat of secret bliss,
as if the most beautiful girl in class
had just blown you a kiss.
Now it is almost an embarrassment.
“Writers in San Francisco,”
New York and L.A. smile to each other
with a wink and a nudge. “Aren’t they all
poets? They can be safely ignored,
left to PEN and AWP,
unless you go in
for the penniest of penny stocks.
They can’t even make themselves any money,
let alone the likes of you and me;
they’re famous only if they die
(I know it sounds bold, but it’s so true) by
a monumentally gaudy suicide.”

It’s not much of a compliment anymore, yet
it is still a kind of destiny, a kind of fate:
a compulsive need to find new words
for old emotions, old and raw,
and make them ring like bells in the winter air—
clear and true and fading into oblivion—
the crash of trees falling deep in the forest
even when there is no one to hear.

_____

Christopher Bernard’s latest collection of poems, A Socialist’s Garden of Verses, won a 2021 PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Literary Award and was named one of Kirkus Reviews’ “Top 100 Indie Books of 2021.”

Poetry from Jerome Berglund

Carnations
Impotent Anarchist
Reflection
Jerome Berglund graduated from the University of Southern California’s Cinema-Television Production program and spent a picaresque decade in the entertainment industry before returning to the Midwest where he was born and raised.  Since then he has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves.  Berglund has exhibited many haiku and senryu online and in print, most recently in Tofu Ink Arts, Vermillion, Hey I'm Alive Magazine, and Fauxmoir.  

He is furthermore an established, award-winning fine art photographer, whose black and white pictures have been shown in galleries across New York, Minneapolis, and Santa Monica.  You can read Jerome’s earlier published works collected in Bindle Bum and Paint Chips, available through Amazon.

Poetry from Michael Robinson

Middle aged Black man facing the camera with his face resting on his hand
Michael Robinson
Whispers of the Wind

Trees standing tall reaching to the sky.
When the wind dances between trees,
Leaving a trace of mist on the ground.
Leaves blow from one place to another.

A sound of a leaf brushing one another.
Clam finds a place among the breeze.
Serenity accompanies the whispering.
As the wind leaves a trail of freshness,

Clarity leaves me with a quiet soul.

Cemented Freedom

In the inner-city among the cemented sidewalks,
Buildings of cement reaching towards the sky.
Cemented bricks and cemented hearts that cry.
Among the cemented world lives freedom.

Freedom comes as flowers grow free.
Cardinals sing among the trees at dawn.
God’s freedom among the cemented city.
Freedom as the wings of the cardinal’s flight.

Among the flowers there is a life of beauty.

The Garden of Friendship
For Mary Kirsch

The sunshine, rain, and snow flowers grew.
As did our love for one another in hardship,
Flowers grow in the cracks of the sidewalk,
And through our fears and doubts of life,

Quietly as the candles burned on the altar.
We sat together with our hearts open.
In the garden love still grows,
Flowers grow through the cracks.

While we see the petals of the heart.

Summer Beauty

Her skin was the color of caramel
And her eyes the color of cream,
With a smile that warmed my heart.
She spoke like the wind in summer.

Seeing how gracefully she walked.
Reminding me of the beauty of life.
She sat by the window looking at me.
A moment of eye contact between us.

Remembering that glance in my prayers.