“Patterns” Featured Artist Richard Stimac
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome poet Richard Stimac of Missouri with two poems reflecting on the patterns of human existence. “Sea is the land’s edge” is a reflection on the …
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome poet Richard Stimac of Missouri with two poems reflecting on the patterns of human existence. “Sea is the land’s edge” is a reflection on the …
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back poet Michael J. LaFrancis of Connecticut with the opening poem of our “Recovery” issue, “Wabi Sabi,” an invitation to connect with nature and her …
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome back poet and visual artist Michele Noble from the UK with two thoughtful, haunting poems. “Attics, Burton Constable” is an eerie exploration of a stately …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming poet Judy McAmis, currently a resident of Massachusetts. We are excited to publish three spooky poems that traverse the classical sense of “Haunting.” In “The …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back photographer Jason Baldinger of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. A poet himself, Jason’s artwork appears here in ekphrastic collaboration with Kansan poet Robert L. Dean, Jr. Luna …
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back photographer Jason Baldinger from Pennsylvania. Fredonia, NY is in ekphrastic pairing with Robert L. Dean, Jr’s poem “Full Immersion” and Roadside NY with Dean’s …
Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem for the human …
Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts …
During our lifetime, places that are special to us either change or become abandoned, decay and disappear. Visiting places that we used to inhabit is disorienting, as feelings of absence …
Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up …
