every poem is a love poem or a grief poem & the best poems are both

on a humid, gauzy afternoon in summer 2015, i pressed “publish” on a website i’d spent months designing & coding—& the rest is history. thank you for these past ten years of echoing back half mystic’s strange desires & untamed joys, & for opening a new score with us today 🤍

long distance is a scam invented by Big Yearning to sell more plane tickets!!! wake up sheeple!!!

the moon belongs to everyone but especially to poets

Half Mystic began ten years ago as an independent publishing project and has blossomed into a constellation of voices, a home woven from wild devotion and quiet grace. Our contributors sing every door open. Come as you are. Stay as long as you want. #TheLongCrescendo

honoured to be part of the luscious 2025 mass moca & Assets4Artists fellowship cohort 💫 my first writer’s residency, a fortnight’s worth of holy quiet to write & wonder & shed old skins. thankful for this generous life. for poems & the worlds they make of us.

my first new essay in three years is in Pithead Chapel 🌹 yesterday marked a year without anandi. i miss her wider than language, beyond the body. i could write about her forever & it would never be enough. wherever she is, i hope she’s singing. pitheadchapel.com/april-is-over-…

i was definitely not born in the wrong century i love getting paid to write borderline erotic poems about women & violence

The Anatomy of Melancholy by Laura Makabresku

Alice Notley

clipped swan’s wings & heroic crowns & redamancy & zinnias right at the edge of wilting are Half Mystic issue xii’s lighthouses & birthmarks ~ so damn excited to share it with you on july 8th 🦢✨ halfmystic.com/bookshop/sevdah

been dreaming & scheming about this one for months ~ such joy to unveil half mystic’s ten year anniversary show in brooklyn next month, hosted by yours truly 🕊️

"That night you opened your mouth to sing & only dust came out. So you improvised. Instead of singing you coughed & out came quarters." #TodaysPoem #poetry Arrival by @TopazWinters (2021 Diode Poetry) tinyurl.com/bp78z3fb

making burying my face in my cat’s fur to smother her in kisses while she scowls at me because i woke her from her nap part of my twelve step skincare routine

TOMORROW, my loves! my brilliant, indefatigable team has been planning this show for you for six months (& ten years, but who’s counting 😉) — if you’re in nyc, come dance with us! only ten tickets are left until we’re sold out 🌟🌟 thelongcrescendo.eventbrite.com

Andrea Gibson died today and i am very sad. here’s one of their works about grief.

thank you, friends, for joining us last week to honour Half Mystic’ histories & futures in our tenth year. thank you for finding us, & for bringing music to a project borne of its lack. a decade of dancing & we’re just getting started 🎶🫀