the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
Start selling these. Don't make me come over there and sit on you.
While reading this one, I continually fluctuated between admiration for the prose and... well, more instinctive emotions. :) Very nice.
Whew! Hot, Sarah! You write passion better than anyone.
Mondays are usually dreadful for me, but upon reading this I am suddenly energized and ready for any damn thing.
Steve, SELL them? I can't GIVE them away! But thank you for your continued faith. And the empty threat. Bard, I hoped to recreate some of those "instincts." :) Thanks for letting me know it succeeded. Karen, I, uh, wanted to go past the point of no return, as far as embarrassment goes. So here we are! It's a warm place, indeed. :) Thank you. I've read better, but I appreciate your vote of confidence!Wiredwriter, good! Now go grab the world by its...something!
This is just like eating chocolate. But not just any chocolate, the kind of chocolate that starts to melt into life's elixir the moment it hits the tongue, causing every hair to rise and stand on end to declare the divinity of this luscious moment. Melty, liquid, delicious.You are the winningest of poets. ;-)
I kind of had to fan myself after this one.
Cat, your comment means a lot, because I was aiming to manifest the sensations of lovemaking, which are fluid and electric, overwhelming and nonsensical. Thank you. Dripping chocolate sooo works for me. ;)(and thank you again for making me a winner!!)Charles, mission accomplished. Awesome. :)
I so want to make out with you now.
Aerin, get in line. (I couldn't help myself. You crack me up.)
Whew... I'm going to take a cold shower!
Better act on all the sacred profanity you can, time has a way of stealing both the sacred and the profane. I remembered this Sarah. Not that you have ever published it before but I do remember feeling like this a long time ago.
Richard, then my work here is done! Thanks. You guys have turned my uncertainty into laughter. :) Mark, then I'm glad I touched that nerve of a memory. And you're right about time. Filthy, sneaky, wretched time...
EXCELLENT POEM. very sensual, exotic and passionate. there is no word out of place here. this left chills on me. keep up the good work. have a great day.
Naquillity, your comment is tremendously appreciated. It felt good to return to poetry after some time away. Thank you. :)
Wow Sarah! You didn't miss a single sensation here. This poem is ALIVE!I love the structure, the short lines - giving it the perfect pace.
Margaret, I really appreciate your kind words here, especially regarding the pacing. I was pretty scared to post this, but everyone's reception has been very generous.Thank you!!
Okay, this is not office-reading material. Everyone is asking me, why are you grinning? You should tag them NSFW. :DYou're losing the constraints on your writing. Its a great thing. Fly my friend. Fly.
I love you, Aniket. Not in a sacred profane kind of way. Just in a sacred way. :) You are the rare individual who lightens all you touch. Thank you.
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