“Patterns” Featured Artist Burcu Seyben
Synkroniciti is proud to welcome back Turkish American playwright and writer Burcu Seyben with “Broken Mirror: On Home and Language.” In this poetic essay, arranged into reflective fragments, Burcu examines …
Synkroniciti is proud to welcome back Turkish American playwright and writer Burcu Seyben with “Broken Mirror: On Home and Language.” In this poetic essay, arranged into reflective fragments, Burcu examines …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming Houston writer Catherine Gentry with “Eruption,” a perceptive piece of flash fiction about communicating with loved ones in states of cognitive decline. How do we …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back Jonathan Fletcher, a Peruvian-American poet raised in Texas. HIs poetry explores family with a deep awareness of ancestry and the bifurcation that grows out …
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome writer and artist Elder Gideon from California. Two elegant and arresting poems are featured in our new “Space” issue. “Ein; No thing (ness)” is a …
Please join Synkroniciti in welcoming back our final “Broken” featured artist, California poet Jonathan Yungkans. “And He Can See Quite Clearly into the Needle” is based on Caroline Bacher’s artwork …
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 …
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome back poet Jonathan Yungkans. “For the Wind Passes Over It: Five Questions from Neruda” is a masterfully haunting cadralor, a five stanza poem in which …
If we lived close to nature in an agricultural society, the seasons as metaphor and fact would continually frame our lives. But the master metaphor of our era does not …
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome poet Louhi Pohjola. “Wild” features three of her richly textured poems, laden with anthropomorphism and mythic touches. “Overture to the Age of an Unknowable Future” …
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, …
