May this book teach you, when the ache looms loud & large in your peripheral vision, to invite it inside & ask for its forgiveness.
Read MoreThis book is for you, yes—but more importantly, it’s for the things that tried to destroy you & failed. It’s for the past selves that live in you, still breathing, still breathing.
Read MoreEvery future wears the name of a self you used to be. The body is a malleable thing here. Whatever you need, you can become it.
Read MoreIn Issue I of our second opus, show us what you’re running towards, or running from. Give us speed & surreality. Surprise us. Blur the borders. Make us look again.
Read MoreIf we are all the dead conversing with the dead, I like to think the language we use to bridge the space between us is called music.
Read MoreIn this issue we look back on the years stolen or borrowed, hold our grief open & stand very still in the strain of song that washes from its depths.
Read MoreWelcome to elegy: the last dropped petal—the mirror in mourning—the light still on for what once was beautiful.
Read MoreI am slow to reach for music these days, maybe because music doesn’t feel out of reach anymore.
Read MoreHalf Mystic returns in full colour—welcome, dear songbirds, to the preorder period for the synaesthesia issue.
Read MoreHalf Mystic is committed to upholding the highest standards of originality, integrity, & literary citizenship in our authors & the work we publish.
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