“Broken” Featured Artist Rachael Ikins
Synkroniciti is happy to welcome back poet, writer and artist Rachael Ikins from the Finger Lakes region of New York. Her poem, “Transformation,” expresses the heartache of caring for an …
“Wild” Featured Artist Ann Ingraham
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome writer and poet Ann Ingraham. Her poetic essay “Conversation with father, the porch of our house, Medina, Ohio 3:33 p.m.” won our Wild essay contest. …
“Conversation with father, the porch of our house, Medina, Ohio 3:33 p.m.” by Ann Ingraham wins Synkroniciti’s “Wild” essay contest
Synkroniciti is excited to announce that “Conversation with father, the porch of our house, Medina, Ohio 3:33 p.m.” by Ann Ingraham has won our Wild essay contest. Ann captures a …
Featured Artist: Root Yarden
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome Israeli photographer, performance artist, dancer and poet Root Yarden. Lost and Found is a combination of photography and poetry that examines the roots of identity …
40 days of poetry: Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
40 days of poetry, Day 14: the poem today is Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Ulysses. It’s about the challenge of aging and the desire to go out with adventurousness rather than …
Quote for Today: Cherie Lunghi
I think it’s nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is …
Quote for Today: William Wordsworth
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of …
Quote for Today: Franklin Lushington
There is no quicker way of growing old than undue indulgence in regular habits. Indeed it seems probable that the reason why so many people die sooner than they should …
Quote for Today: Jetta Carleton
Suddenly it seemed to me that I looked back from a great distance on that smile and saw it all again – the smile and the day, the whole sunny, …
Quote for Today: Albert Einstein
The strange thing about growing old is that the intimate identification with the here and now is slowly lost. One feels transposed into infinity, more or less alone. ―Albert …