Quote for Today: Madeline Miller
Little by little I began to listen better: to the sap moving in the plants, to the blood in my veins. I learned to understand my own intention, to prune …
Little by little I began to listen better: to the sap moving in the plants, to the blood in my veins. I learned to understand my own intention, to prune …
But isn’t this a dance? Isn’t all of this a dance? Isn’t that what we do with words? Isn’t that what we do when we talk, when we spar, …
Synkroniciti is thrilled to feature “Transits,” a thought-provoking artwork from Slovak artist Mária Mitríková. Comprised of fifty sheets of A4 paper covered with a combination of hand-written letters and gold …
You ask me what it feels like to have wings. I can only tell you the feeling with words. And words have neither feelings nor wings. Words are leaky vessels …
Words are substance strange. Speak one and the air ripples into another’s ears. Write one and the eye laps it up. But the sense transmutes, and the spoken word …
Day 19: Ficus Carica Sonnet by Hoa Nguyen. This poem is about death and how our thoughts and words can choke us. Is it better to speak or be silent?
Brother, why do we fight like we are not flesh of flesh? Blood of blood. Bone of bone. Like if the time came I would not go to war for …
Thus sung, or would, or could, or should have sung, The modern Greek, in tolerable verse; If not like Orpheus quite, when Greece was young, Yet in these times he …
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem …
If only our words would light up the hearts of others – like the sun awakening spring trees and flowers. We might not worry about the evening shadows any longer. …