If we are all the dead conversing with the dead, I like to think the language we use to bridge the space between us is called music.
Read MoreA series of songs chosen by Issue X’s contributors, a mix to light up all that desperate quiet & sing the grief alive.
Read MoreThe oval and circular shapes speak of an ancient world, a world where everything is whispered to life by its surrounding details.
Read MoreIn this issue we look back on the years stolen or borrowed, hold our grief open & stand very still in the strain of song that washes from its depths.
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