But my god, her hands made me want to play the piano again. That’s always how I know I’m fucked, when their hands are something music.
Read MoreHere’s hoping this quiet bright collection gives you room to rest, to stretch, to breathe.
Read MoreMotherhood feels like it happens between things, between a finite beginnings and endings, to begin and end infinitely.
Read MoreWe are proud to be a place to hold these gorgeous works of art & the even more gorgeous authors who’ve created them.
Read MoreFeaturing Caitlyn Siehl's poems "By the Water", "To the Bone", and "Flower Boy", and Jonathan Meur's song "Cities & Seas".
Read MoreNow the music starts again, the ending morphs into an interlude morphs into new notes. Never a silence that stays.
Read MoreThe great pause in my life is the way I am constantly forgetting to breathe. As such, I must always remind myself.
Read MoreA playlist of our fondest & most aching interludes, the music the HM team is spinning on repeat as we compile this issue.
Read MoreSo much of our lives are scheduled. We mourn the lack of interlude, lament the promising lull of nothing to do.
Read MoreThank you for your support as we move into this tender liminal space, light & lingering in the miracle of breath.
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