Quote for Today: Jenny B. Jones
It was almost painful to watch, that kite of mine. Tethered to the string in my hand. Dancing in the sky all alone. My breath caught in my throat, my …
It was almost painful to watch, that kite of mine. Tethered to the string in my hand. Dancing in the sky all alone. My breath caught in my throat, my …
Synkroniciti is so happy to welcome back poet Melissa Rendlen. Her poem “Among the Birches” opens our newest issue, “Transcend,” and speaks of the exhilaration of a clear fall morning. …
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above …
There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential …
What was up I didn’t know. But the morning of Carnival, when I was lighting those candles, these two mockingbirds, you see, they flew from the skies, rested on …
“Listen to th’ wind wutherin’ round the house,” she said. “You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight.” Mary did not know what …
For me, walking in a hard Dakota wind can be like staring at the ocean: humbled before its immensity, I also have a sense of being at home on this …
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 …
Or I would be the rain itself, wreathing over the island, mingling in the quiet of moist places, filling its pores with its saturated breaths. And I would be the …
Lean forward into your life… catch the best bits and the finest wind. Just tip your feathers in flight a wee bit and see how dramatically that small lean …