Music can reveal itself as simply escapism or enjoyment, but it can also be something much deeper, more abstract and substantial.

The Art of Letting Go

When I recommend a song to someone else, I am sharing multiple variations of myself.

Cinematic Spring (a selection)

For this languid, near-summer day, a selection of standout songs to ease you into the world of Bengali musical cinema.

Issue VIII will sing to the theme of sforzando (the car-struck bolt of dissonance; the backslide into wreckage; the single note of shattering).

From the Editor: the Aubade Issue

My first memory is the most beautiful song I ever heard. An act of peace. An intake of breath. A space suffused with hymn.

The Aubade Letters (a selection)

I have chosen to submit to Half Mystic because it is the only press that has thought to ask what music means to me.

Even from the beginning the stage never felt like home. Every second spent gazing into the faces of hundreds I wasted fazed, flaming.

When combined, the arts create redemption, gratitude, connections we’d never have bridged on our own.

Eyes open; sunlight pressing its tired hopeful nose against the horizon.

The aubade reading period was one of our busiest yet, with hundreds of submissions reimagining dawn in tender, intricate ways.