(Re)Viewed by James K. Moran

Down the trail,   I seek solace. In my younger days, in my hometown, I ran these paths, and I ran them well. Nowadays, I will take trail-tim...

Walked the streets of my youth among the splayed halogen shadows, pockets of light and mysteries within staid brick, panel, names of Leonard...

Going through a family crisis. I haven't the heart or headspace to post anything new about Halloween reading (book, comics) or films thi...

Today, I discovered that when someone you love is dying of lung cancer, that they will give you back your short stories and novellas of yest...

October moon, you reduce me to ruins in my tumultuous times.  I cannot even seek solace in you in my grief. No use trying to think through m...

It is with a heavy heart that I turn from Mabon and the Equinox to the more pensive ponderings and puttering of autumn. Heavy, because I...

Untitled, or, The Moon Knows The moon peek-a-boos behind the maple’s leafy whispers, listens, lights my brow, waits for the colour-glow to d...