Cyn Grace Sylvie

Cyn Grace Sylvie (she/they) is a queer neurodivergent writer and spiritual educator whose work explores the internal drives and subversive desires of human experience, through the lens of mythology, sensuality, magic and mysticism. Cyn is a recipient of Epiphany Magazine’s 2017 Short Nonfiction Prize, and long-listed as a Notable Nonfiction Selection in ‘The Best American Essays of 2018’ (Mariner Books). Their writing has appeared in The Literary Review, The Dewdrop, Open Secrets Magazine, and The Rumpus. They are the founder of TAROT CHURCH, an educational movement that aims to destigmatize tarot across faith systems. They are first generation Italian-American diaspora, and reside in Jersey City, NJ.  

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  • The Sunday Bite

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    The same Restaurant The same Night hours Apart tell me Why fate Would do Such nonsense To us What kind Of cruel Game is that Bitch playing My god Why why In hell   Why did You go   My shadow Bent over The table As you —   Enjoy your meal. Read more

  • Broken Books

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    One’s computer should never do this. But if it were to do so, the best place to get it remedied is the Apple shop in Grand Central. Over the din of hysterical, frantic computer users trying to salvage their files, you have the luxury to gaze out over one of the last vestiges of great Read more

  • “Loretta” by John C. Kacere

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    My latest art acquisition… John C. Kacere (23 June 1920 – 5 August 1999) was an American artist. Originally an abstract expressionist, Kacere adopted a photorealist style in 1963. Nearly all of his photorealist paintings depict the midsection of the female body. He is considered one of the original photorealists, although he rejected the term. Kacere Read more

  • Thoughts On Flight

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    Slow Sundays. Waking with the sun. Grey linen and pink skin. Small apartments, slow journeys home. Hanging on to the thought of two pigeons tied together at the foot, whether they would fight one another for their freedom, or whether it would occur to them that they were bound to one another in the first place. Read more

  • Memento Mori

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    I want it to get easier. Memory wiped clean like a tabletop. Freed of the need to avoid certain objects, words, and sounds. Hissing, hitting the ceiling when I fail in the endeavor, when an idle glance accidentally brings it all screaming back into razor sharp focus. I no longer wish to have to circumnavigate Read more

  • Beginning & End

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    Everything becomes a lost place eventually. Welcome to a new lost place. Read more