I have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.
Read MoreOur lives are composed of cycles within cycles.
Read MoreDawn is portentous as any moment.
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 MoreFeaturing Alvin Pang’s “Untitled”, “What It Is Like to Go Blind Slowly”, and “Humming (For Pooja)”, and Daniel Gallie’s “Coming Home”.
Read MoreAubades take place in liminal space; they are ephemeral and, like the perfect melody or the exquisite lyric, they are robust in the moment.
Read MoreAt fourteen, I watched the sun rise not as the beginning of a new day, but as a continuation of the night before, an endless monotony.
Read MoreThis new aubade issue speaks loud & clear of hope—& it does so with every knowledge of death as an old friend.
Read MoreSomewhere I was still eleven, still spinning in a world of rabbit hearts and howling wolves, where music ran right next to me in the grass.
Read MoreFeaturing Erin Moran’s “For Matthew”, “When Angels Dress For Senior Prom”, and “For Jan”, and LYON’s “Le Jardin Zoologique de Nuit”.
Read More