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 MoreThe aubade reading period was one of our busiest yet, with hundreds of submissions reimagining dawn in tender, intricate ways.
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.
Read MoreThis new aubade issue speaks loud & clear of hope—& it does so with every knowledge of death as an old friend.
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