Monthly Archives: December 2016

You remember that time when Tara got a little tipsy and then a little friendly and I got a little handsy and you tried to be my conscience seeking to entreat me not to take her home even though that … Continue reading →

“He was just coming to spend the night, to sleep in his old bed,” his brother said, afterward when he arrived at the hospital. It was almost three when the taxi hit him crossing Park to reach his mother’s house. … Continue reading →

My latest fan at my website (jonberger.com – check it out!) does not seem to speak English. I never considered my work could well serve people unfamiliar with the tongue in which it was composed. Maybe it’s the shape of … Continue reading →

After the funeral we could’ve fucked but she decided that it felt a little weird and I figured there would be another time. I was wrong. There was no next time. It should have been obvious: in that moment, facing … Continue reading →

His teacher said he would never learn music but that was before he changed his name to Les Paul. He transformed himself into the greatest musical innovator of the 20th century redefining recording and rock, creating the instrument and the … Continue reading →

You asked if I had a good excuse for what I’ve done. I do, but I don’t think you’ll care for it. I did what I did because I wanted to which is the reason I do most things – … Continue reading →

In the years to come when we look back and think about the things we thought in the history that is today when our empathy has grown and our religion becomes some smart sort of humanism that includes all creatures, … Continue reading →

It’s too late, isn’t it? There’s no way this can possibly finish well so perhaps this time it is for the best that it just ends.

I see your lips moving can feel the vibrations from your throat. I hear the sounds you’re producing and recognize the language the syntax the words and idioms that you are producing in our native tongue. I get all the … Continue reading →

I. He didn’t know which of his victims was haunting him this time. He just hoped it was one whose throat he had torn out. II. Her heels clattered down the empty corridor as she raced for the door. She … Continue reading →