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Synkroniciti Magazine Vol. 1, No. 2: Water is Live
I am so excited to announce that the second issue of Synkroniciti Magazine went live today and it is absolutely beautiful! This contemplation of water, by turns thoughtful, playful, dramatic, quiet and inspiring, is a dialogue between twenty artists and their work, pulled along by synchronicity. Ninety-two pages of poetry, visual and video art, short-story and more! Click here to subscribe or here to purchase an individual issue.
Quote for Today: John Muir
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
—John Muir, Travels in Alaska
Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
Quote for Today: Lord Byron
Thus sung, or would, or could, or should have sung,
The modern Greek, in tolerable verse;
If not like Orpheus quite, when Greece was young,
Yet in these times he might have done much worse:
His strain display’d some feeling — right or wrong;
And feeling, in a poet, is the source
Of others’ feeling; but they are such liars,
And take all colours — like the hands of dyers.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
‘T is strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that ‘s his.
—Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto III
Image by Samuel F. Johanns from Pixabay
Quote for Today: Sara Teasdale
Dew
As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
Delicately alight
For me alone.
― Sara Teasdale
Image by Ilona Ilyés from Pixabay
Quote for Today: Larry McMurtry
The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral seemed to be spotted with diamonds. A bush in the little backyard was filled with the little rainbows as the sun touched the dew.
― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
Image by Eukalyptus from Pixabay
Quote for Today: Langston Hughes
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night–
And I love the rain.
Image by RENE RAUSCHENBERGER from Pixabay
Quote for Today: John Mark Green
When it rains,
the world softens
around the edges;
streets and sidewalks
become a liquid mirror
onto which lights
and colors bleed.
When it rains,
everything
becomes beautiful . . .
for a while.
― Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems
Public Domain Image via Pixabay
Quote for Today: Richard Nelson
Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the wind, whispering through the tangled woods, running airy fingers over the island’s face, tingling in the chill of concealed places, sighing secrets in the dawn. And I would be the light, flinging over the island, covering it with flash and shadow, shining on rocks and pools, softening to a touch in the glow of dusk. If I were the rain and wind and light, I would encircle the island like the sky surrounding earth, flood through it like a heart driven pulse, shine from inside it like a star in flames, burn away to blackness in the closed eyes of its night. There are so many ways I could love this island, if I were the rain.
― The Island Within
Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay
Quote for Today: Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I looked out the window at the black clouds ahead of us. I opened the back window and smelled the rain. You could smell the rain in the desert even before a drop fell. I closed my eyes. I held my hand out and felt the first drop. It was like a kiss. The sky was kissing me. It was a nice thought. It was something Dante would have thought. I felt another drop and then another. A kiss. A kiss. And then another kiss.
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe