Vodka Rex (poem) by Sara Coslett on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 19, 2004

Beautiful example of a relentless, emotional self-examination. Don't forget the alcohol means 'the evil spirit' in Arabic. Franz

Reviewed by E Detetcheverrie

Reviewed on July 13, 2004

Love is like alcohol...it can be lots of fun to play with, can seem better as you go...but then you regain consciousness and vow to never touch it again. Yeah...right. Nothing quenches hope or heartache, but once the hangover's gone you'll feel much better.
Cheers, doll.
--Eddie

Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)

Reviewed on July 13, 2004

Very sad write.
Time, faith, hope and true love are healers. But vodka? I doubt it.

Hope your broken heart will heal soon.

Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)

Reviewed on July 10, 2004

Extremely powerful write, Sara!!!… One step in front of the other!!!… Just don’t get behind the wheel!!!

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on July 10, 2004

Can you download some love?

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 10, 2004

Here's Toasting You, Sara, for an extremely well done piece. Make mine a double.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on July 10, 2004

Can I have a vodka too Sara??

Hope it tastes okay...never had one before...oH well make it a double!!

Let's drink to it..even empty that bloody bottle...hope you have a another one...just incase!!

Head Up Girl!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by E. Richardson

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

splendid work...one of the best prose poems I have seen in a long while.

Reviewed by D May (Reader)

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

Sara, this is sad. : ( Although I have been there. Add some chocolate strawberries to that and feel better.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

amen.... have one for me
as long as you know
when to cork it.
nothing wrong with that.
at one time I used to take
a double of what ever was available,
to get to sleep.

William

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

wow ... this is "real"

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

Sara.. few poets/writers can yank the honest words we harbor, keeping them to ourselves, and weave them together so we can't deny that we not only recognize them, we're a bit relieved to let them escape. I know this is probably a painful post for you, but in the sharing, I'm quite sure you've reached many out here. Well said! katy xox.

Reviewed by Tami Ryan

Reviewed on July 9, 2004

Whoa. What emotional expression, Sara. Good work.