All the World Enthroned in Our Throats

My mother’s mother’s language is the music of canefields.

Music, Personal EssayGuestFebruary 11, 2018

Half Mystic Gives Back

If you donate $10 or more to any charity of your choice, we will offer you an editorial critique on your work.

Announcements, MusicTopaz WintersFebruary 8, 2018

MFA Application Survival (a selection)

Applying for an MFA is not a simple thing. It is a force of willpower. It is an Olympian battle.

Music, SelectionsDanie ShokoohiJanuary 29, 2018

I think my reinvention this year isn’t so much to change, but to trust in what I’ve been doing and to take care of myself.

Everything blurred & full of wonder, every song like a prayer, like a poem, like a ray of light, a creature caught mid-bloom.

Songbirds, join Half Mystic at our very first real life event on December 28th, 2017!

From the Editor: The Grazioso Issue

If this is the world, I think I could get used to it. This feeling of nothing to hide from, no hint of violence.

The Grazioso Letters: a selection

I am a lover of music, movement, and embodiment. I love the unarticulated and uncomfortable, the sound of a pause right after a question.

I wanted to plant a garden with her, but her winter was my spring & none of the days moved slowly enough to catch.

"Truth is paradox," says Henry Miller. I choose to embrace both the dark and the light… the creative tension of the two.