“Haunting” Featured Artist Suzanna C. de Baca
Synkroniciti is proud to welcome back Iowan poet Suzanna C. de Baca with two poems pursuing the ineffable through nature. “Cardinals Among Us” recalls a business interview with a woman …
“Vulnerable” Featured Artist Kathy Labrum McVittie
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome back writer and poet Kathy Labrum McVittie from the UK with two pearls of poetry that deal with types of detachment. The first, “spontaneously, a …
“Wild” Featured Artist Laura Rodley
Synkroniciti is excited to welcome back poet and photographer Laura Rodley with a bouquet of poetry and images celebrating hidden wildness. The five-part series is bookended by “Now You See …
Quote for Today: Katja Michael
No, you don’t shoot things. You capture them. Photography means painting with light. And that’s what you do. You paint a picture only by adding light to the things you …
Quote for Today: Saul Bellow
Some powerful magnificence not human in other words, seemed under me. And it was the same mild pink colour, like the water of a watermelon, that did it. At …
Quote for Today: Wendell Berry
To think better, to think like the best humans, we are probably going to have to learn again to judge a person’s intelligence, not by the ability to recite facts, …
Quote for Today: Sue Monk Kidd
Synchronicities, those times when an outer event resonates mysteriously and powerfully with what’s happening inside, are more numerous during great shifts and upheavals. If we pay attention, if we approach …
Quote for Today: Sherman Alexie
“I don’t know if I ever told you,” my therapist said. “But I’m a birder. I love birds. And when they hit a window like that, or get hurt in …
Quote for Today: Wilkie Collins
Nothing in this world is hidden forever. The gold which has lain for centuries unsuspected in the ground, reveals itself one day on the surface. Sand turns traitor, and betrays …
Quote for Today: Jeanette Le Blanc
Life cracks us into unrecognizable shards of former incarnations. Slivers of our hurt and our pain and our shame nestles next to fragments of our truth, our divinity, our fierce …