Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I wanna have a heretic’s death. Making claims that are profane ’til my very last breath. Smashing idols in the heterodox well out of my depth and then punished by the Man with a heretic’s death! Oh yeah… Oh yeah… … Continue reading →

The light in Hero’s window went out so the light in Hero’s lover’s eyes would follow. He couldn’t get to her without the night light as guidance so Leander (the lover in question) soon drowned. Hero, one smart cookie, figured … Continue reading →

I knew it was going in my mid-twenties and started to back against walls so nobody would see me from behind to see my bald spot. There was little to see at first but wanted no one to know. My … Continue reading →

I don’t talk about this much but I figured I could hold on long enough not to predecease my Mom; I had that much in me. It’s not like anything was killing me but Dad had experienced heart issues and … Continue reading →

I didn’t always understand my upstairs neighbor Dottie. She often talked a lot of nonsense. We lived next to each other for maybe fifteen years and ten of them, she couldn’t get my name right. Jon is not a hard … Continue reading →

I am working to free myself of things I didn’t used to say but despite considering myself a forthright kind of guy there are so many things that I didn’t used to say and there are SO MANY THINGS that … Continue reading →

I used to be concerned about heart death. My father and grandfather had bum tickers and my blossoming weight promised me problems in that vicinity as well. I take medications to protect me from such issues and I think I … Continue reading →

I am not so concerned with the heat death of the universe as I am with the heat death of me as it is so very cold and I have neglected to wear my good coat.

My mother has sometimes expressed pride at my street corner generosity to the indigent which is strange because I give selectively and in relatively small quantities. Still, it seems to be more than she gives, which is also strange because … Continue reading →

The facts do not support this story and there is a certain dream logic to it so while I surely remember it happening, it may have only been a nightmare. Dad was driving us home. That my mother and father … Continue reading →