Quote for Today: Lynda Barry
The groove is so mysterious. We’re born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get …
The groove is so mysterious. We’re born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get …
The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get …
I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;–then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. …
Synkroniciti is delighted to welcome Houston poet L.A. Merrill with Season of Doves: Not Yet, a beautiful, sculpted reflection on a brood of baby doves growing to adulthood on her porch. …
Globe-trotting Travel Series #2 takes us to the home of writer John Sheirer in Northampton, Massachusetts as he reads us one of his short stories, The First Five Pages, which …
Day 33! Today’s poem is Every Time I Climb a Tree by David McCord. Being all cooped up in quarantine, it’s easy to get stuck in the negative spin we …
Today’s poem is by Oscar Gonzales and speaks of youth, when it seems that our elders will live forever and the days stretch on without end, full of joy and …
I think it’s nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is …
The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer …