Category: iPhonism

Theological by Wayne Miller The super worked all day as a conductor on the subway and in the evenings as a dominatrix. She lived above me. I heard a mix of pain and pleasure—impossible to tell the difference in that studio full of my own silence. On the front stoop I ran into her clients,…

Tripswitch—Silver

St. Paul & The Broken Bones – Sushi and Coca-Cola Sleepless and empty Work your fingers to the bone That’s the wrong kind of smile So many troubles Could we leave them back at home Once in a while? Yes, I’ll get a table for us Long day But still we got the night before…