Ian Moran

Moon Man and Mom

Ian Moran
I perched a cigarette between my lips as we sat in a window Kind of between the window and fire escape  Just between the moon and tumbling embers  Fall...
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The Endeavor

Ian Moran
I’ve often wondered what makes life worth living It might have a tendency to change. Like waves Lake Michigan is more accurate than any horoscope Somedays ar...
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Homecoming

Ian Moran
there’s a window/maybe it’s an opportunity/and maybe it’s just a window/beneath the grey sky/a maroon couch sits on hard wood/i sit on the hard wood/friends tal...
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Moon in Scorpio

Ian Moran
Once over, and once over the moon. Your memory lingers; I’m afraid of knowing how to be or be still; the latter is misnomer.   Someday the m...
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sunrise

Ian Moran
In Kenosha I fell in love with the sunrise. The lighter found my cigarette and the sugar free redbull was right beside me in the cupholder. The turf grass lawn ...
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Ian Moran

Ian used to live in Irving Park and thinks the neighborhood needs more coffee shops. He now resides in a small midwestern town next to a grain silo that is abandoned and a railroad that is also abandoned.