Mariko dips, lifts, spills. 

     An inkei 1forms. 

     The protrusion, engorged and dark, extends from paper. Her lowered lips suck, tongue coils. Black ink swirls into hair and cum jewels. 

     She tastes salt and swallows the throbbing. 

     Swift strokes, the brush paints legs, hands, a face. 

     He rises. A kami, a god.

     Mariko gasps. 

     His painted lines, ripple and swell. Pinching, teasing, entering, growing.

Spurting.

Thick flowing. 

     He pins Mariko like a butterfly to the floor and she moans, shudders, twists. Fingers in her hair, bracing, arching, releasing wetness until exhausted.

     She awakes satisfied and he sleeps on the paper, beside her.

This writing first published in Dark Rose Press. 12/22 Worlds Apart Anthology

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The Unborn

The unborn are a memory 

drifting in the chill of a sky

weeping like a blind man’s eyes

blue brightness dulled 

may they find safety in a giant’s breath 

steaming the field 

where monoliths of harvest 

mark graves of spirits passed

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a poem

the pronouns

on signatures cluttering

a whitespace 

your message

a billboard 

"gender"ality

comparti”mentality”

it

clarifies

nothing

			he she it

			her his theirs

			we are still alone

——Lili Koi

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inamorata 


she 
was a silver-haired goat
striding through the park


and 
a frail blue wolf
 digging in the alleys



she
 was a lost scarecrow 

dancing 
in front of city hall


                              shivering






she 
was the tracks 
left in fresh snow






yet always going round and round

still thinking of the days 


when i’m not the one 
who is jumping


so do you know what its like to be going round and round
she asked.


I replied i could sure use a lesson


                           and what do i do to make it slow?


she said

         just think about love

-lili koi
inamorata- a person's female lover

Poetry

a snuff is

languishing in the swing of denial

while whirling in the hope of destruction

a snuff is

the reek of sex

with a warm unfeeling touch

their hands are lacing themselves around your arms 

another is in the furrow between your thighs

a snuff is 

the mind soaking in excuses and a venom streaming through the veins

—you’ll die anyway

a snuff is 

the dampness of concrete exploding in your mouth

the head’s deadened weight invading your insides

a snuff is

the widened eye seeing too late

so why did you wish to die?

--lili koi

Publishing News

The past month has been busy with publishing my short stories to Amazon Unlimited. I have two ongoing series:

1. The first series is Lili Koi—Up State Country: where small town horrors are revealed against the backdrop of farm fields and the Adirondack foothills

1. Book1—Stuff on the Rocks: In rural upstate New York, 12 year old twin boys, while escaping the daily horrors of a broken home through pranks and flights to a secret place along a cliff, stray to the unspeakable darkness of sibling power, abuse and revenge.

1. The second series is Lili Koi—The Liberation of Dr. Alex Noble: Where Dr. Alex Noble wanders a country broken down by illness and experiences the bizarre and fateful existence of human sexual extremes.

   Book 1— The Fisting-
   Self-inoculated and temporarily immune but with feeble hope of her research eliminating the virus, Dr. Alex Noble gives all of herself, for the last time to her lover, and dying lab partner Zana.

   Book 2— The Mounds
   Escaping the virology lab, Alex Noble spends a horrifying yet erotic night captive of shapeshifting trees, Spanish conquistador ghosts, and a Mississippian Indian princess. Reliving the bizarre supernatural bondage, Noble finds herself giving comfort and pleasure to a frightened girl.