Hermetica is a small, sharp journal of fiction and commentary. We publish sparingly, with intent. There are no filler pieces, no algorithmic bait. If it's here, it's because someone bled for it.
Our texts are mythic and modern, introspective and incendiary. We favor authors who write like they're exorcising something. If it’s not beautiful or brutal, it’s not Hermetica.
There is no submission calendar. There is no staff photo. We are not particularly friendly.
But if you think language can still wound and heal in equal measure—welcome. You’ve found the right labyrinth.