Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

When they don’t ask much of you it’s easy to be used to it and to simply roll with the flow and assume that it is the weight of the world as you look at the balance of things. And … Continue reading →

There’s a compliment I’ve been meaning to give and I feel it’ll seem insincere, since I haven’t offered it before or with the framework in which it’s offered, it’ll seem like throwaway words the kind that everybody uses and maybe … Continue reading →

Sarah’s not so sure what to do about Grandma whether she should invite her to the wedding or not. Grandma thinks if Sarah prays enough the gay will go away, but the wedding’s probably gonna put the lie to that … Continue reading →

And the singerman sings of peace and love in a song about the holocaust one of those clear examples of good and evil where love had no place and vengeance ought to have some say. The singerman is begging for … Continue reading →

After I fell in the bathtub when trying to take a shower I blacked out. I didn’t realize I blacked out though. I guess I just thought I was napping. I didn’t put it together the second time either but … Continue reading →

The rain has stopped. The woman lays in her basement bedroom lacking windows and wonders if the day lacks sunshine. She wants to know if today promises to be a better tomorrow than yesterday was. She prays so and I … Continue reading →

The Chinese wasn’t very good but it was cheap and it was plentiful and it kept us going when we needed it boxes and bowls of it circling the room as we roamed, sat, and swigged colas, struggling to squeeze … Continue reading →

I think in the final analysis this is just as well: you in your corner me in mine. We’d not have worked out even had the stars aligned and all the pieces fallen into place. I’d have found some way … Continue reading →

At the old folk club where I spent all of my time the waitress came over bent to my ear and said, “The lady wants to buy you a drink.” I looked around but couldn’t find the lady. The waitress … Continue reading →

I don’t need to go through Stanford Prison or live through Third Nazi years to know if I could live through the rough treatment of authority figures: I can’t. When the going gets tough, I say “how high?” I have … Continue reading →