Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I’m not sure if I’d call what you’re doing poetry. It’s all so unstructured, isn’t it? It’s just words strewn about on a page willy nilly, Silly Billy. It’s not really what you’d call art, though. I mean, I’m no … Continue reading →

Camille’s days are full.She has the kids.She has her projectsand all the good works she’s been involved inand a good name she’s invested years inand she just doesn’t have timefor that nonsense in Phoenix. Camille is occupied.When she has time, … Continue reading →

and what if it all works out? Just take that in for a second, that slight possibility that every chance you failed to take every opportunity lost every door unopened or broken promise… What if all the mistakes and even … Continue reading →

What you don’t know could fill a house a world a universe and does – except for this tiny little thimble that you’ve got in your tiny little room that you keep protected from everyone around you except when you … Continue reading →

I’m not sure if you quite understand. This is not how the story goes. The narrative up there on the screen, what you’re seeing, it doesn’t follow that path. It doesn’t go down the road you are watching it go. … Continue reading →

The apartment seems smaller now as you pace in this uncertain light. You are not used to this shade of sun. Usually you are somewhere else at this time of day but the season has ended, apparently, prematurely and the … Continue reading →

The last bit of dirt put into place was patted down. We said our final words, and walked away. The shovel went back into the shed got locked up and everyone skulked off to separate lives whatever they may have … Continue reading →

Trust your gut?Your gut is a liar.Your gut knows nothing.Your gut doesn’t have a brainin its fucking head.Your gut, as much as you want to trust itis suspect and unreliableand not the trustworthy source you’ve been told.Whoever said to trust … Continue reading →

The single red ballon is stuck in the tree blowing this way that a little unclear as to which way to go. Does it even know? When it gets free from its tethered tree will it fly up to such … Continue reading →

It’s just a space a room some geometric kind of classist identification that come the revolution won’t mean much of anything to much of anyone anyway, so… Who cares? It’s just a room. It only means what you put into … Continue reading →