“Belonging” Featured Artist Mary Pacifico Curtis
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back Californian writer and poet Mary Pacifico Curtis. “Pell Mell and On We Go” is an exploration of downsizing, particularly in regards to books. New …
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back Californian writer and poet Mary Pacifico Curtis. “Pell Mell and On We Go” is an exploration of downsizing, particularly in regards to books. New …
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome Ukrainian photographer Viktoriia Sorochuk with The Graces, a marvelous photo series from which we selected our transcendent cover. Flowers gleam against a stark white background, translucent …
Synkroniciti is honored to welcome poet Kiyoshi Hirawa with “A Brief History of Druzyhna.” This powerful poem was the runner-up in our poetry contest. It tells the story of a …
Synkroniciti is pleased to welcome back poet Maureen Tolman Flannery, featured in our previous issue, “Space,” as a member of Chicago’s P2 Collective. Solo this time, Maureen takes us back …
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome back poet Merryn Rutledge who won the “Curiosity” poetry contest in our previous issue. “Broken” features two pieces. In “Trying to Imagine From Far Away, …
Synkroniciti is glad to welcome back Australian poet Miles Hitchcock with two poems about lines that shape human experience. “Borders” is about the imaginary lines we draw to classify and …
Synkroniciti is proud to introduce (and welcome back) the artists of our newest issue, “Intersections,” available here: https://synkroniciti.com/the-magazine/purchase-individual-issues/. Please welcome writer and poet Lorraine Bruno Arsenault of Canastota, NY! She …
Synkroniciti is thrilled to welcome photographer Svetlana Olshanskaya from Lugansk, Ukraine. “Empowered” features three of her compelling photos. In “Defenselessness,” Svetlana shows us baby birds in a nest in her …
“On the planet O there has not been a war for five thousand years,” she read, “and on Gethen there has never been a war.” She stopped reading, to …
He wants me to tell him about the front; he is curious in a way that I find stupid and distressing; I no longer have any real contact with him. …
