Half Mystic has a fondness for music.
This is to say: we like music that claws at our ribcage & steals the air from our lungs. Music just as soft as it is sharp, just as intimate as it is limitless. We like music that kisses hard & loves deep. Music that never flinches. Lightning storm music. Tiger claw music. Music tender & tremulous. Music grounded in reality, shrouded in enchantment, born from stardust, bathed in sunlight. Music that knows living is an art in itself. Music that guts you, then turns around & makes you feel unfathomably whole.
Half Mystic is an independent publishing house & literary journal dedicated to the celebration of music in all of its forms. I founded it in July 2015, & I now serve as the editor-in-chief of the journal & creative director of the press.
Half Mystic likes creators with études nestled between their ribs & sonatas shivering beneath their spines, creators of work that thrums deep in our marrow & kicks us in the face with drumbeats of ache. Our readers, contributors, & authors have been published in Best of the Net, Best American Poetry, The Paris Review, Rolling Stone, & The New York Times, & are Pushcart Prize, MTV Video Music Awards, & Grammy nominees. Our international community is based around a love of music in every transcendent, resonant form it dreams throughout the universe. Our semi-annual issues are limited edition, keepsake collections of art, lyrics, & writing celebrating a musical theme. Our books are experiments in love & wildness & uncertainty, the heartbeat of humanity set to a 4/4 time signature.
Everything we create is another one-man dance party, another half-empty jar of rosin, another yellowed score. We believe in music as harmony, as dissonance, as wandering, as wondering, as running, as hiding, as finding, as writing it all down afterwards. We believe in music as cataclysm. We believe in music as listening to the ghosts. We believe in music as the language of truth.
Our work is like a city teetering on the edge of silence, & then it is song.
If you like that sort of thing, we will probably get along beautifully.