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.
Read MoreWhat a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.
Read MorePlease join us at Half Mystic’s latest gathering this coming Saturday, April 18, 2020, at 9 P.M. EST.
Read MoreIt is a personification of the word despite: survival despite, forgiveness despite, love despite. This book speaks & we can’t help but pay attention.
Read MoreStep into this House with us. Warm your hands on the fire. We’ve been waiting for you for so long.
Read MoreWe hope you’ll join us in stepping into a new fairytale. Welcome to the clearing—to the wildness—to The Family.
Read MoreThank goodness for art & thank goodness for you.
Read MoreHere’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.
Read MoreIssue VIII will sing to the theme of sforzando (the car-struck bolt of dissonance; the backslide into wreckage; the single note of shattering).
Read MoreMy first memory is the most beautiful song I ever heard. An act of peace. An intake of breath. A space suffused with hymn.
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