“Haunting” Featured Artist Wilda Morris
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome back Chicago poet Wilda Morris, previously featured in our “Space” (as a member of the P2 Collective) and “Family” issues. “Christina” is a contemplation of …
“Haunting” Featured Artist Gabriela Manolova
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back Bulgarian poet, writer and visual artist Gabriela Manolova with “For Longing’s Sake,” a poem about falling in love with fantasy, enjoying the rush of …
“Haunting” Featured Artist Peter Cashorali
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back west coast poet and writer Peter Cashorali with two fascinating prose poems. “Afterlife” turns the paradigm of death upside down, presenting a reality in …
“Haunting” Featured Artist Daniel Barlekamp
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back poet and writer Daniel Barlekamp, a New Jersey native living in Massachusetts, with “Words Spoken to an Eight-Year-Old in a Funeral Parlor.” Daniel has …
“Family” Featured Artist Rachel A. Levine
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome poet and writer Rachel A. Levine from New York with “The Soprano Listener,” a poem about her mother growing up in the early Twentieth century. …
Quote for Today: Eudora Welty
Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in …
Quote for Today: Holly Lynn Payne
Where the rivers meet you tell me of your black dreams. Your memories make me uneasy. But I listen because I know my listening, like all other listening allows …
Quote for Today: David Augsburger
Being heard is so close to being loved that for the average person, they are almost indistinguishable. ―David Augsburger, The Love Of Letting Be Image: “Who do we appreciate?” © woodleywonderworks with CCLicense
Quote for Today: Joseph Joubert
Few minds are spacious; few even have an empty place in them or can offer some vacant point. Almost all have narrow capacities and are filled by some knowledge that …
Quote for Today: Gordon Hempton
Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence …