My first memory is the most beautiful song I ever heard. An act of peace. An intake of breath. A space suffused with hymn.
Read MoreI have chosen to submit to Half Mystic because it is the only press that has thought to ask what music means to me.
Read MoreEven from the beginning the stage never felt like home. Every second spent gazing into the faces of hundreds I wasted fazed, flaming.
Read MoreWhen combined, the arts create redemption, gratitude, connections we’d never have bridged on our own.
Read MoreEyes open; sunlight pressing its tired hopeful nose against the horizon.
Read MoreThe aubade reading period was one of our busiest yet, with hundreds of submissions reimagining dawn in tender, intricate ways.
Read MoreI have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.
Read MoreOur lives are composed of cycles within cycles.
Read MoreDawn is portentous as any moment.
Read MoreIn the space where spring & song intersect, we’re thrilled to share a small playlist the Half Mystic team is spinning as we work to curate Issue VII.
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