Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome poet and writer Catherine Harnett, currently based in Virginia, with a captivating flash fiction/ poem hybrid, “Moon Circle,” exploring the connections between femininity and the …
The months passed away. Slowly a great fear came over Viola, a fear that would hardly ever leave her. For every month at the full moon, whether she would or not, …
Turn as the earth and the moon turn, circling what they love. Whatever circles comes from the center. —Rumi Photo by Tony Detroit on Unsplash
What if it’s the there and not the here that I long for? The wander and not the wait, the magic in the lost feet stumbling down the faraway street …
The sea rose invisibly beneath us and the moon shone smooth and bright. A glossy flute of light, like velvet down a bridal aisle, lit the marlin scales and …
it was the kind of moon that I would want to send back to my ancestors and gift to my descendants so they know that I too, have been bruised…by …
She stretched her hands towards the sky. To grab all the stars, to hold the moon, to take away everything that the sky had. So that the sky could finally …
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ―Anton Chekhov Public Domain Image via Pixabay
In that moment, the moon and the sun shared the sky. For all of eternity, the moon and sun have chased each other around the world. Long into the future, …
“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles. “May the wind under your wings …
