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Kiini Ibura Salaam is a writer, painter, and traveler from New Orleans, Louisiana. The middle child of five, she grew up in a hardscrabble neighborhood with oak and fig trees, locusts and mosquitoes, cousins and neighbors. Kiini's work delves into spheres of human liberation, human connection, and evolution. She employs speculative fiction, erotica, and creative nonfiction to take readers through mind-bending journeys into the transcendent, the sensual, the mystical, and the fantastic.
Yearning
FictionSpeculative FictionForeign Land // Otherworldy // Yearning
Of Wings, Nectar, & Ancestors
Posted on 6 February 2013
1 On deep purple-black nights, when the whole house has pushed itself into slumber, WaLiLa’s energy flits around her room like a moth. It leaps up to do jumping jacks & turns cartwheels, then clings to the ceiling. It bounces off the walls & jiggles its knees impatiently. WaLiLa is a jitterbugging ball of need… »
FictionSpeculative FictionOtherworldy // Touched by a Stranger // Yearning
MalKai’s Last Seduction
Posted on 6 February 2013
“the most powerful seductions are executed against the silence of few words” Sometimes, I feel shoulder shrug like a motherless child. cheek rub against shoulder Sometimes, I feel like a motherless child. body slump At twilight, when the earth is settling down for rest, MalKai is turning over inside. The colors of dusk pierce… »
FictionEroticaExcerptMemory // Passion // Yearning
Kai Does Red…Again
Posted on 4 December 2012
Kai felt a hand nudge her in the small of her back. She turned to see Red standing there, grinning like a jack-o-lantern, a Cheshire cat, or anything with more teeth than mouth. She smiled, then looked away, knowing he would want to know where was that phone call she had promised him when he… »
FictionEroticaExcerptLoss // Touched by a Stranger // Yearning
Market Intimacies
Posted on 4 December 2012
Cursing herself and her tomb of a marriage, Sunshine picked up her basket, rested it on her hip and swayed out of the yard. She went to a neighbor’s field to pick wildflowers and went down to the river to rest them on a small mound of earth. With fluttering eyelids, she imagined the twisted… »
FictionEroticaExcerptForeign Land // Passion // Yearning
The Sexiest Seconds
Posted on 4 December 2012
When the square comes into view, I freeze. My heart loses its mind and forgets its rhythm. I take a deep breath and instruct it to beat. I count for it, and concentrate on lifting one foot after the other. Every cell in my body knows I am entering your domain. I may find you… »