Half Mystic began as a grand experiment in championing work that lives between literature & song, hope & fight, horizon & sea.

From the Editor: The Sforzando Issue

Nothing in this place has ever been abandoned. If we sound desperate, that’s only because we know what our hands can do.

My grandmother introduced the piano to me through AM radio. She didn’t know piano, but she knew piano.

Thank you for teaching us the grace of sandpaper, the razor-kiss of wreckage, staccato-sharp skeleton strung up to a 4/4 time signature.

Songs for the Sforzando Issue (a selection)

The songs our team has been spinning as we work to curate your—& our own—burning & cracking & aching into something beautiful for you.

This issue is not a crescendo but a car crash, perfect as death, sudden as becoming. It eats its ghosts alive, mouth raw & open. It refuses to blink.