“Audacity” Featured Artist Lori Howe
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome back poet Lori Howe of Wyoming with a stunning cadralor. A cadralor is a poem comprised of five seemingly unrelated stanzas based on sensory, particularly …
“Dreams” Featured Artist Laura Rodley
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back poet and photographer Laura Rodley of Massachusetts with two photographs on the theme of “Dreams.” Scrub Trees reveals a dramatic, semi-arid landscape. A rock …
“Haunting” Featured Artist Burcu Seyben
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome Turkish playwright, writer and poet Burcu Seyben with “Dwellers of Non-place,” a complex, philosophical prose poem about how people, especially family, interact with each other …
“Broken” Featured Artist Joan Leotta
Synkroniciti is happy to welcome back poet Joan Leotta from North Carolina with “I Bet Some Thought It Was Broken,” a poem about friendship, time, and communication. So much in …
Quote for Today: F. Sionil José
There is nothing in the world which an artist cannot recreate into something poetic, ennobling. And why do we read these things? They are not facts, they do not improve …
Quote for Today: Roy T. Bennett
Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we …
Quote for Today: Tom Hiddleston
Actors in any capacity, artists of any stripe, are inspired by their curiosity, by their desire to explore all quarters of life, in light and in dark, and reflect what …
Quote for Today: Judith Jamison
If you look at a dancer in silence, his or her body will be the music. If you turn the music on, that body will become an extension of what …
Quote for Today: André Breton
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself. ― André Breton, Mad Love Photo by Ilona Panych on Unsplash
Quote for Today: Ken Liu
At this moment, in this place, the shifting action potential in my neurons cascade into certain arrangements, patterns, thoughts; they flow down my spine, branch into my arms, my fingers, …