When she was younger, my grandmother danced cour for a local ballet company.
Read MoreI meant melody & strings, rhapsody & joy. Like wall barley, crumbling naked at a touch. An open sky.
Read MoreI hear melancholy in it as well as contentment, but different listeners will hear different things.
Read More& of course, being Half Mystic, how could we share Issue IV without a playlist to get you in the mood for it?
Read MoreI have stumbled into so many of the loves in my life.
Read MoreThe grazioso issue is full of the rare kind of light that never drowned anything, the kind of light that knows only song.
Read MoreThese pieces sing & swoop & soar with movement, & we’re so pleased to honour them with our 2018 nominations:
Read MoreHonestly, I feel that with every song I write, I learn something new about myself.
Read MoreCall this bridge, meeting place. Call it, mosque. Call it, and it will call back.
Read MoreWhen night came, we were shepherded inside. Too many animals. Too many hungry trees.
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