Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I sit in secret silent (as you can see). I am, as always, afraid to make my needs manifest. Better to sit in the dark. I want to know her wit and her wonder but does that debase my interest … Continue reading →

The consequences of his actions were extreme but he didn’t seem to mind. "Look," he would say hitting his head against the wall smiling slightly, "No feeling!" Some earlier accident left him quite literally a numbskull but you could emotions … Continue reading →

Months later the tale was told another way but at first the tale entailed a drunk child at his 17-year-old door asking for something he was unprepared to give. Deterred by a cold shoulder she went looking for warmer destinations … Continue reading →

She touched me and I recognized something I hadn’t recognized before. She touched me and I thought thoughts I oughtn’t’ve thought. I hadn’t sought ’em. I fought ’em. It was all for naught. She touched me and I found my … Continue reading →

Before there ever was a you there was a her and she was something I had never known before. She was a friend of mine who was seeing a friend of mine and she was good and kind and I … Continue reading →

That old thing? That short little abomination? That is what broke the back of the block. That is what made me free of what had broken me. It stopped me from being what I was for far too long: a … Continue reading →

There are worse shames than this worse fates. You will survive these events. You will go on. This will not break you crushing as it may seem at this moment. You will go on. You will. Just make it through … Continue reading →

And when we parted well before dawn I found that it had snowed quite a bit in the night and we had not noticed it so occupied were we in our other activities. I was unprepared for the weather. Last … Continue reading →

Remember this, as you always should: that stewardess is never going to go out with you. She’s being polite as all service industry folk are. She’s be fired if she weren’t. You do know they, don’t you? Her smiles are … Continue reading →

When I wrote that poem I was thinking about you – but I’m not anymore. It’s strange. It was just a few days ago but the heart, she is a fickle funky funster, is she not? Whatever went on in … Continue reading →