Quote for Today: T.S. Eliot
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. …
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. …
I can believe almost anything- that we began as thoughts an ocean away carried as seeds or smog or trash across the water by capital by will by God …
The sun and the moon are eternal voyagers; the years that come and go are travelers too. For those whose lives float away on boats, for those who greet old …
We are always thrilled to have poet and photographer Jonathan Yungkans here at Synkroniciti! Our March 1st issue features the eerie poem “The Future Is a Ghost,” a musing on …
We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.—One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares …
Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of …
The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any …
Near the streetcar stop there’s a small flower shop where you can buy one flower at a time, if one flower is all you want. It’s all Yvonne ever wants. …
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 …
Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly …
