KALI'S DAY excerpt

"Candice hears the sounds of birds. The last traces of light stain the cave’s entrance far from where she sits in full lotus covered only in the ashes of the dead. She drifts in and out, sometimes jolted from a vast emptiness by the grumbling of her stomach. So far she can silence hunger by simply focusing and re-focusing on her breath. But the stomach is a dumb animal and its indifference to “mind over matter” is becoming more apparent in the increasing volume of its complaint. It clenches itself like a fist and it’s all she can do to keep her eye closed, though she hears something scratching along the ground somewhere to her left. She’s conquered fear, never feared the dark until right before she conquered it. In another lifetime, there was a longing that she barely remembers. So it’s not fear or need that distracts her now. It’s the knowledge that, other than herself, something animate, something alive is within reach. Most likely it’s one of those large succulent beetles, thickly armored against what she is now in most danger of becoming—a predator, since she hasn’t really conquered appetite, has only concealed it, and despite having risen above the desire for even the simplest bowl of rice, is about to succumb to defeat for the taste of something that until now has been far from tempting or even remotely relevant to the satisfaction of any desire, let alone hunger—especially hunger.

She doesn’t open her eye. But she imagines it crawling heavily over the various obstacles in its way: pebbles and clumps of damp earth, a random search for whatever nourishment, dirt, dead insects, bits of excrement, it might stumble upon."


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Friday, November 26, 2010

If I Were a Hacker Pop Ups

You dream and the outside comes in,
so inseparable you forget
you can turn it off.
This is a Free Fly Zone.
Maximize.
You never know how long it will work.
Maybe you can stay longer.
Your phone is ringing.
Tomorrow you will have a dream about eyes. 
When you wake up you will remember something about water. 
Then you will plug in and see me. 
What is it you're looking at? 

(c) Bonny Finberg


SACRED HEART




Poor gorillas, poor,
and even the hated and miraculous,
whose tongues have children
whose feet water their plants,
and even the hated
vanished in the ground,
a song for disaster,
and all we do
recorded in the blood of roots,
and people who this is a song of love for,
a song of cruelty,
a song for those who come after
who believe that life conquers disaster,
and all we do recorded in the blood.
(c) Bonny Finberg