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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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 ...