Introducing Half Mystic's Issue III: Nocturne

It is a difficult thing to assemble darkness into an act of creation.

And for Issue III of my baby music journal Half Mystic, our team & contributors leaned into that difficulty, refused to shy away. With the news growing increasingly bleaker & the world outside morphing into some thickened dream that none of us quite recognised, we chose this time to grow acquainted with the black. Lean forward, push through silence, & grasp for some kind of symphony in the velvet-folded dusk.

I learned something startling while anchored here: that perhaps this night-soaked elegy, this liminal collection of shadow & song, holds a sense of light of & through & around all that darkness. For two years, we at Half Mystic have reimagined melody into every golden form we know how to hold. Issue III, then, is a testament to what happens when we turn away from the light & - beautifully, terrifyingly, inevitably - stumble upon it anyway.

Issue III of Half Mystic is an story about night, & breath, & every true & tender space we create for ourselves in the sharp-quiet moments after the music fades to black. It is a story about waking up & standing up. It is a story about rich & sudden wonder. It is a story about linking arms & breathing in time with the music that has carried us this far already.

Join us now. Arms stretched out, eyes wide open, listening for song in the dark.

 

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This issue centres around the theme of nocturne: the midnight drive - the shadow dance - the things leftover when the music fades to black. Myself, the HM team, & our incredible contributors have worked hard to shape this issue into a creation & an experience & an achievement all in one. Featuring creators such as Alice Kristiansen, Maryse Meijer, F. Daniel Rzicznek, Kristin Berger, & many more, the nocturne edition is rich, abrupt, & unlike any of HM's previous issues.

Order your copy today to support our journal & the independent artists who make it real, & receive a stunning anthology of art, lyrics, & writing stretches out through darkness, plucks the strings of night, burns stars into being even in all this black. Thank you, friends, for helping this small gorgeous heart-project of mine live on for many more issues to come. xx