The first time I ever watched a movie in black & white was on invitation from Isabella.

Nocturne is a drive home from the airport. It’s transition. It’s an indescribable ache.

III: Nocturne | Silver-Tipped Swallow: "Qi"

The year I first fell in love with a girl was the year I stopped playing the piano.

The Nocturne Letters: a selection

I believe music can be found in a gesture, the color of the sky, a smile. But possibly I am confounding music with beauty.

And once more, sure as night rings onto the horizon, the third reading period for Half Mystic is closed.

Even now I can wear night like a comfort, even if remembering hurts sometimes. The moments still feel magical.

Songs for the Nocturne Issue (a selection)

A small mix of songs that are inspiring the Half Mystic team in our creation of Issue III.

I can explain it so well. The night soft-nosed and sprawling. This air is heavy on my teeth, but I can trust it for now.

I find nocturne in the buffering of the wind against my car windows as I speed down the freeway at nine o’clock in the evening.

Miles and Miles and Miles to Go

I took comfort in making myself even smaller, tucking in my edges until I felt whole. Myself, a perfect and solitary thing.