Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

But… they’re sketches, aren’t they? Not paintings. Not works of art. You’re producing half-thoughts, random concepts at off-moments, right? You’re not not really investing in what you’re doing. These little things are good for what they are and you deserve … Continue reading →

I remember how black it was how dark and frightening it was on those days when you kept yourself distant. I remember how deprived I was when I began to starve myself in your absence. I lost a leg’s worth … Continue reading →

It is indeed possible just as you said. In this infinite universe with all of its permutations and considerations, there is absolutely the distinct calculation that if I beg and pray and chant and squint at just the right angle, … Continue reading →

Yeah, it’s probably for the best that I don’t see you for a while. Too much sediment in my sentiment if that makes any sense – and it probably doesn’t. I’m not making much sense these days. My senses have … Continue reading →

Would you look at this motherfucking day: the rats are nibbling the ants are scurrying the trash is just blowing all about. The corners are filled with smokers once again and do I spy the flash of cash exchanging hands … Continue reading →

I ache in your absence which is really fucking stupid, if you ask me – which you didn’t – because you ask after me only when convenient in my presence when in sight when you think of it while I … Continue reading →

He had suggested I watch this amazing docu-series about the history of civilization named History of Civilization or something like that on the streaming service of choice but I told him that I preferred to get physical media from the … Continue reading →

So we’ll get some more seeds. We’ll find another place to plant. We’ll break the frozen ground and dig a hole and make a fresh start with a new crop somewhere else somewhere fresh somewhere new. It can happen. It’s … Continue reading →

When I look back on all the poems I wrote about you – some of them even good – I have to say and I cannot repeat this enough I am very very very very very very very very very … Continue reading →

Everything I say is impertinent. How dare I? What right do I have to your time or attention? Who am I to impose so self-righteously with such impetuous ego? The balls on me! The temerity. I don’t deserve what I … Continue reading →