Bonny Finberg, Author at Sensitive Skin Magazine

AS HE TOLD IT (In Kitchens)

Bonny Finberg

Love, built on mutual fantasy in order to fortify against loneliness, eventually becomes a prison. I approach the beginning of the end never really having had love that doesn't feel like a betrayal. Anyone I have ever...

NATURE

Bonny Finberg

We can rewrite the narrative. Eve eats the apple and leaves the Garden fortified by knowledge and multiplied by wisdom, leaves the comfort of the first mirage,. to find the greater world where good and evil make thin...

Transubstantiation

Bonny Finberg

Transubstantiation Cut from olive wood, the straining nails of hands to cross, the body arched in holy agony is ecstasy and so, the other way around. Once a year at Sacré Coeur, the Bo...

First Ladies First

Bonny Finberg

First Ladies First i The gold on the lamp is the gold on the chair is the gold on her cheeks and slitted eyes. Her skin, scrubbed to red, the frost on her face matters, fostered in dungeons, by ogres and witches...

(10.1.13 will never come again.)

Bonny Finberg

Take the gas mask off. Take a bath. Take the cake. Take the China exit. Hell is out there too, Other people’s concern, Gods’ voices, at it like grownups In the front seat. Photograph from the Wall Str...

Kali’s Day By Bonny Finberg – A Review

Bonny Finberg

Kali’s Day By Bonny Finberg An Autonomedia/Unbearable Book, 2014 Bonny Finberg's Kali's Day is an odd combination, a melancholy, picaresque spinning prayer wheel of a novel, almost contemporary and nearly timeless. It ...

Eve To The Serpent

Bonny Finberg

Smoking star, listen to me. Call the stain to your hand. Go-I’m ready to burn. Has caffeine a tiger’s kiss? Be wild, shove the sequestered kiss with force and school me in your pause. Is this blood clean as the sea? Make...

Botanical Man

Bonny Finberg

I'm sure there was a moment when I realized it was about to happen. But I can't remember it. It snuck up on me, like snake bite—sending you into a delirium, and just when you realize what's happening you’re dead. It was...

THE RAPTURE: JUST ANOTHER PR HYPE FOR CHRISTIAN GUILT? Or, God’s away on business.

Bonny Finberg

6:30 PM THE END OF THE WORLD -- late by 1/2 hour. God either overslept or isn’t really interested. A pint of cold beer on a rooftop terrace overlooking the canal, uninterrupted. Animated, bare-chested men sit in the s...

I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

Excerpt from "Kali's Day."

Stella “Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello...pass that, will you?” I fake inhale, not sure what’s supposed to happen now. This wack crowd of question marks, the total opposite of the void, ready to spend the rest of my life ...

TOOLS FOR STALKERS & HATERS: The Honesty Box, Brought 2 U By FB

Bonny Finberg

TOOLS FOR STALKERS & HATERS: The Honesty Box, Brought 2 U By FB Sometimes, while surfing the web, I discover things by accident. Web surfing for me is never something I set out to do on purpose. I don’t sit down at my ...

OH MAMA WHY’D I EVER GIVE UP THE CLARINET?

Bonny Finberg

Because all we ever did in Junior High was play Toonerville Trolley and a couple of other lame things that might have been turned into something interesting at a kindergarten version of the Bang On A Can Festival. I liste...