Blog — Half Mystic

Home is a City in Your Mind

I stopped writing. Okay. Yes. But say instead, the world ended. Say instead, lobotomy.

Music, Personal EssayDanie ShokoohiSeptember 2, 2017

I want those who listen to be emotionally impacted, whether it’s positive or negative. That’s what art does.

A Sonatina for King

When I think of my piano, I always picture an open lid, the keys collecting a shallow pool of the yellow light.

Homecoming (a selection, a remembering)

My two weeks of solid travel begin at 5 AM on the train platform to Chicago.

And here we hold one more issue of Half Mystic Journal in our hands: a home true & unwavering in every shade of night.

From the Editor: The Nocturne Issue

It is a difficult thing to assemble darkness into an act of creation.

I am at my best when the evening falls. I love the way it smells outside, the air of mystery that it creates.

The first time I ever watched a movie in black & white was on invitation from Isabella.

Nocturne is a drive home from the airport. It’s transition. It’s an indescribable ache.

III: Nocturne | Silver-Tipped Swallow: "Qi"

The year I first fell in love with a girl was the year I stopped playing the piano.