Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

We should talk. Your momma’s worried about you. Your sisters are worried about you. Even your brothers are worried – and they don’t care about nothing. You’ve been silent too long. So that Irish girl left; we get it. It’s … Continue reading →

These daring days are not what I expected and I’m not sure that I can keep my eyes open for any longer to live through them determined when I am so used to doubt. You don’t know what’s to come … Continue reading →

Used to be things were simple:up and down wrong and right black and white and fight all night! But seasons pass and time’s gone on and in this ever-changing world in which we live in black and white aren’t quite … Continue reading →

I don’t know why civilization is not properly planning for its fall. It seems like a sensible thing to do like taking the sheets off in the guest room you’re abandoning. You do that, right? So why isn’t civilization preparing … Continue reading →

That was a very convincing rendition of that song. I’d never heard you sing it before – I’d never heard the song before – but I understood it every single word hell! Every individual utterance. You had me hanging on … Continue reading →

Some beauty is perfect just an exercise of effortless lines and angles making something directly from the gods’ imagination. Some beauty looks lovely and needs little but to be witnessed. Some beauty calms the soul and challenges it not at … Continue reading →

If you think about the things that never would have happened had you never entered that door the mind buckles the brain bleeds. You would live elsewhere You wouldn’t work there. The people you know the people you love the … Continue reading →

Don’t make too much of this. It’s not a big deal. Don’t call attention to it lest you scare it away. This thing that we’d best not speak of is like a wary fawn that it’s safest we avoid contact … Continue reading →

 It was a lame game I got into for a bad reason and I regret it – not for the bad reason – which was a good reason to regret it – probably a better reason to regret it, … Continue reading →

You can’t stop thinking about it, can you? Not after all this time. It’s been years but still it rustles your bunyons – or some other phrase that makes a little bit more sense. She was out to get you, … Continue reading →