First Ladies First
Bonny Finberg
First Ladies First
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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...
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(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...
