Shattered Glass

There is a tingle in my fingertips, a rhythmic shaking in my hands; nervous energy I cannot liberate. A flick of my wrist, a crack in my bones—a short-lived release; one, two, three breaths of freedom—a temporary reprieve. But the fear of death is inside of me and I cannot shake it, and I cannot hide from … Continue reading Shattered Glass

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Life

The first time I heard a song from Sleeping At Last (the moniker of singer-songwriter, producer, and composer Ryan O'Neal) it was like falling in love with music all over again (I wrote a little about that first song here). I can't explain it, but I feel such a connection with everything about his work—from the … Continue reading Life