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Between the divinity of the body and absurd intellectualism

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"In a word, I'm pretty handy with my keyboard and my pen. And I always have something to say."

Corina is an accomplished writer and a captivating poetess. You can find her published work in the anthologies Viscera, The Adventures of Food, Aqua Erotica, Zaftig: Well-Rounded Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Shameless: An Intimate Erotica and the forthcoming Girl Play and in Penthouse magazine. I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Bacchor magazine in 2000, and my work has been seen online in my own publications at Scarlet Letters, Femmerotic and Scarleteen, and in other online publications and sites, including Technodyke, PIF Magazine, Maxi magazine, Cherrybomb, Satin Slippers, ChickClick, CleanSheets, and Soapbox Girls. My work in writing and publishing has been lauded by such diverse sources as Adult Video News, CNN, HipMama, The City Pages, Siren, Playboy, Oxygen, Shift, The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, The Industry Standard, The Boston Phoenix, The Illinois Library Association, and the Kinsey Institute. Some of my pieces have been used in college courses such as at the University of Wisconsin (Philosophy: Philosophy of Love, Sex, and Friendship), and at CSU and Arizona State University (English: Writing in Cyberspace).

The list of her books includes: (Taking from her site, verbatim)


Erotic fiction: swell
(Published in Shameless, 2002 and Penthouse, 2003)
"Holy shit," we also said in unison. We were getting good at this. Joe even dropped her vice-grip on my left buttock.

Finn stood in the doorway, a hand on his hip. Which supported his apron. Which covered a gorgeous black silk cocktail dress. Which stopped at cuban-heeled stockings that led down to black heels. He winked at me from beneath a false eyelash.


Short fiction:
passerby
Mae didn't go to the Lonely Hearts Club because she didn't want to be single anymore. She actually wasn't exactly single, either, and Mae didn't go to just one singles club. The Bows n' Beaus Singles Club in cozy Mountain View, California, the Tennessee Single-Dingles, the Swing Singles in not-so-swingin' Amherst, Michigan: Mae had been there and to every one she could find in between, sitting out the evening with someone or another until the night sky flirted with sunrise.

Nonfiction: On Your Mark
(Published in Scarlet Lettters, 2003)
Bruises, welts, lashes, burns, scars, stains, teeth marks, pinpricks, rashes: I crave and cherish them all. The other night your intent thumb left a circular bruise on my mons, red and tender from your fingers pumping in and out of my cunt, holding tight to it. I'd set the ball of my hand on it during the next day to feel the lingering soreness and remember where I'd been the night before. The marks you left on my neck were deepened by your other hand, pressing on my windpipe just enough to make me dizzy. I'd remember this with the same stilted breathing.



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