Quote for Today: Angela Panayotopulos
Do you remember bedtime as a child? I was terrified of the dark. I was terrified of the closed closet door that surely cracked open when I wasn’t looking and …
Featured Artist: Georgia Diakou
Welcome back Greek poet Georgia Diakou! Georgia wrote the text for homeland I, a short film by Eugenia Grammenou featured in Synkroniciti’s new issue, which tells the story of a …
Quote for Today: A.L. Rowse
A little group of thatched cottages in the middle of the village had an orchard attached; and I remember well the peculiar purity of the blue sky seen through the …
Featured Artist: JT Morse
Synkroniciti is pleased as punch to welcome back poet, author and photographer JT Morse. You might remember JT’s beautiful cover for our third issue, as well as her atmospheric photography …
Featured Artist: Rita Deutsch
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome artist Rita Deutsch who opens our upcoming issue with a whimsical illustration and poem full of childlike wonder and innocence, The Bird in My Hair. …
Globe-trotting Travel Series #27: The Barton Family, Bangkok, Thailand
Day 27 of the Globe-trotting Travel Series comes to you from Bangkok, Thailand. 5 year-old Emilie Barton imagines what it would be like to have a father in the medical …
Quote for Today: Annie Dillard
I am no scientist. I explore the neighborhood. An infant who has just learned to hold up his head has a frank and forthright way of gazing about him …
Quote for Today: S.T. Gibson
Fairy tales are more than moral lessons and time capsules for cultural commentary; they are natural law. The child raised on folklore will quickly learn the rules of crossroads …
Reclaiming Objects: The Playful Art of Federico Uribe
Objects have connotations unrelated to their purpose. Art can stretch these personal and universal undercurrents into something that celebrates life. Federico Uribe was born in 1964 in war-torn Colombia. The …
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 …