by Jordi Alonso Had I but world enough and thymeand leisure too, to pass the timewhile buying—I would window shopthe newest pans; the freshest cropof lavender from France, flown inlast night would fuel my only sin.Extravagance in cooking makesfor novel drinks and tastier cakes;I’d, by the checkout counter finda tool to grate an orange rindin
by Jordi Alonso Rumi and Khayyam sang of god––or wine; Fitzgerald and Millay both liked their gin with or without a twist of Persian lime Dorothy Parker played bridge to drink and win, and Oscar Wilde was fond of chilled champagne. Poor Dylan Thomas had a glass of rye too many and though he did
by Jordi Alonso After William Shakespeare Stop masturbating, Henry, long enough To get yourself a girlfriend, or a wife. You’re way too handsome to just waste your—stuff. Stop masturbating, Henry, get a life! Like one who borrows, paying nothing back You’ll spend your days sore and alone—you need To start a family. You’ll have no
by Jordi Alonso for Sarah Azzara Some say they’re three, some ten—most say there’s nine: I’ll be your muse, my dear, if you’ll be mine. Transform a college room into a den of words, silk, whiskey, music, and design. Your heartbeat through a sounding box of bone reverberates through twill and skeins of twine. Who