Synkroniciti is excited to announce the winner of our “Recovery” poetry contest. We had so many thought-provoking, beautiful and authentic poems submitted, several by former winners returning with strong pieces …
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 …
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in …
Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it’s because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch …
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit. —Anton Chekhov
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom …
But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September; it stays awhile like an old friend …
