What we do, what two mistimed people have always done, only ever has one ending. It will never be clearer than it is right now.
Read MoreI only noticed the color by how it happened to me; from where I stood, I was surrounded by a forest of light.
Read MoreThe songs our team has been spinning as we work to curate your—& our own—burning & cracking & aching into something beautiful for you.
Read MoreNow, I don’t know how to write about the spring without writing about the sickness. It’s a tricky and selfish thing.
Read MoreI find myself now more and more prolonging these moments of genrelessness: a few breaths in, filling my lungs with clarity.
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 MoreA playlist of our fondest & most aching interludes, the music the HM team is spinning on repeat as we compile this issue.
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