A Beautiful Cheat Sheet For Two Dozen Espresso-Based Drinks
Ugh. Just when you kinda sorta started to get a handle on the wide world of wine, along comes another new liquid metric for how cosmopolitan you really are (or aren’t): coffee.
Love this one! Here’s another.
Jon Rafman, Auerbach Train, 2013
the heavy weight down in my stomach
your eyes that imbibe my organs and everything
in one second leaving a shell
my whole body magnetically drawn to you
How pathetic is this, a love in a moment, that leaves you empty for one whole night.
"If you look at your appearance,
you’ve got your curls from your grandfather,
or your mole on your neck is at the same place your mum had it.
Or you’ve got your father’s way of talking,
crinkling your lips by pronouncing o’s and u’s.
Everybody would tell you that you belong to them.
I have never got to know if I have the hands from my mother or from my father.
Maybe that’s why I don’t understand the matter of being a Christ or a Jew, or what society I am born in. I don’t belong to anybody.”
I am a rain drop,
enclosing colors, or facets,
honed like a diamond
watch me falling, twirling, graciously
losing weight in a storm, growing with the mass of clouds
powerless as a single, ruthless in many
splashing in your palms,
I seem as all the others.