Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome back poet Pamela R. Anderson‑Bartholet of Ohio, whose work has graced our Vulnerable and Belonging issues. She opens Expectations with two luminous poems that usher …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back the first artist of “Haunting,” poet and writer Leslie Archibald of Houston, Texas. In the spirit of haunting’s larger interpretation as that which disturbs, …
Synkroniciti is honored to feature Dr. Sheila M. Katz’s moving essay, “Transcending Grief.” Sheila is a great friend to Synkroniciti; we’ve featured a photography piece, “Friendship and ALS at the …
The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down …
Redwoods flourish in fog, but they don’t like salt air. They tend to appear in valleys that are just out of sight of the sea. In their relationship with the …
Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog …
Like a man travelling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and …
A great sea fog is not homogenous–its density varies: it is honeycombed with streets, it has its caves of clear air, its cliffs of solid vapour, all shifting and changing …
It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog. —Joseph Conrad
Art, like life, relies on communication. What happens when empathy fails and we are struck by how unintelligible we are? Sometimes it seems that the only thing we can share …
