Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

They can’t all be the best.They can’t all be original. They can’t all be number one. Some have to follow have to flatter through theft, don’t they? These practices are natural this competition is part of the human spirit, right? … Continue reading →

The picnic was not quite so delightful as promised with the unexpected showers the poisonous spiders and the empire of squirrels whose domain felt surprisingly threatened on this unprepared day. I’m sure the clouds will dissipate anytime now but the … Continue reading →

I have never wondered why nobody has asked me why I don’t do cover poems. Perhaps it is time for me to address this question anyhow. I am not familiar with much poetry. I could learn other people’s words. There … Continue reading →

Walking down Broadway a guy goes out of his way to elbow me. I stop in the street stare at him as he passes. “What?” He says. “Excuse you.” I say. “What.” He repeats, looking me in the eye. “You … Continue reading →

I called the city because the tree outside my front door needed help. It was half torn out of its spot, I assumed, by a backing truck. The help the city provided was removing the tree which was not what … Continue reading →

On bad days, the sound system was released from under its covers the record was unsheathed put on the turntable the lights were put on dim, and Momma would dance to “I Will Survive.” This was for low days when … Continue reading →

I was a headache a problem waiting to be solved somebody’s issue a pulsing, painful reminder of a bad time. I was a sharp, annoying spike in the skull. I was no fun – though I hoped to be otherwise. … Continue reading →

Apparently, it was August in Arizona, when the snows came on down and Santa was seen as silhouette on silent nights. It was a weird weekend. Nobody was sure what was going on. The rest of the Southwest was not … Continue reading →

He liked her. He liked her enough to want to ask her out but not enough to risk being rejected by her. He just didn’t think he could risk being rejected by someone like her. He didn’t think it would … Continue reading →

I understand she was victimized many years’ ago. I understand many were so fucking many. I understand I was unable to help at the time I understand that vengeance is not mine to enact even if I knew how. I … Continue reading →