Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Third period is the worst. It’s Science with Doctor Death-Smythe and he spent the entire class talking about alternate realities and Harmonic Convergence – but did he ever – even once – pull out a dimensional portal to show us … Continue reading →

This may not be the day that you die. This might not be at all the day you die. This may not be the day you die but believe it, my oh my, that day is coming soon, by and … Continue reading →

It’s been a long time – hell! Long changing times of many long roads, over oft-changing climes and some may have gone on to roads far less travelled while many more brethren’s voyages unraveled. Still, since olden ages, and all … Continue reading →

Generations ago she said yes to him. I hope she’d say no, but she said yes to him. Their love seemed so pure when she said yes to him that I had to demure since she said yes to him. … Continue reading →

I got twenty four hours before the sedation. (I don’t want it. I don’t want it.) There’s no one to contact. All of my relations called to commit. Called to commit. I wanna get away. Gotta get away. I need … Continue reading →

I’ve learned of your knowledge and wisdom, which your corrections so frequently show They present some form of your interest, by sharing all that you know. But it’s obviously only a semblance of caring, because of all of the ways … Continue reading →

The end bell rings, and school is dismissed but to rush home quick is a thing I’d resist. The walk back is quiet, which makes all the sense as my only companion is silence. For me, Three o’clock came quickly … Continue reading →

It is said that fifty years after her death her daughter dis-entombed Joan and found her in good shape. The church says that means you’re touched by god. It also means you’re touched by your daughter since Elizabeth said her … Continue reading →

I remember her well, from when I was young. I loved her so strongly, from toes up to tongue and then up to hair, and back down to her lungs. There wasn’t a part unadored or unsung. This girl was … Continue reading →

Huh. Andrew Gold wrote the theme to the Golden Girls. But he wasn’t a girl so I don’t know how that worked out. Maybe he bribed someone with gold? Michael Jackson called himself the King of Pop and he married … Continue reading →