Take a crucial idea, distill it down to its skeleton, and then just let the listener project their own flesh onto it.

Half Mystic Radio features one poet every fortnight performing their work, set to songs by independent musicians.

This group of musicians is doing just that—expanding our view to encompass that which is untouchable.

The Fool's Journey (a selection)

September is road trip season, always a time of travel, of movement, of flux.

Consider yourself the moon’s caretaker, and you will understand how I felt on that hill.

Early Refrains (A Rediscovery of Sorts)

I didn’t realize that my grandmother enjoyed music until I was eleven years old.

If music has ever saved your life, in any way possible, please read this wonderful collection of poetry.

I hope my readers are able to embrace the awkward younger versions of themselves, and forgive those past selves.

You came so far & you still made it here, she says, & I am thinking of a migration of birds exhaling into feathers.

Enter: Sound / On Reusing Music

If someone asks me to imagine the word forget, I think of walking to the outer dorms on a rainy day.