The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be.

The work you sent us this reading period was saxophone & city skyline, was blue-lit & dancing, was storm-filled & warm.

The music jumps, cuts, flourishes in a way I don’t attempt to map out, recognizing the particular logic of feel.

Cadenza seizes our attention, rockets us skyward like childhood swings. We grip its chains and fly.

Songs for the Cadenza Issue (a selection)

The music we've been playing through record-scratch mornings & drunk-dancing nights, a selection for Issue V...

Music, SelectionsTopaz WintersApril 29, 2018

The only way left for the world to spin is forward. We hope you come with us—but if even if you don’t, we’re going still.

Cities are places of jazz—where it was born, where it has changed, and where it thrives.

Preorders are Open for Issue V: Cadenza

The magic that defines cadenza through all this smoke, keeps Half Mystic dancing & breathing & cacophonous & alive.

Announcements, MusicTopaz WintersApril 13, 2018

The Duty of a Sun

For as long as I’ve known, my hipbone has made music.

Music, Personal EssayGuestMarch 22, 2018

On Reaching Applesauce

When they told me he was going, I thought, I will never be loved like this again, and I am only twenty-two.