Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I was recently asked how to make your last million dollars. I immediately answered: invest two million in your poetry chapbook. Nobody followed up on my response, so I assumed they understood it perfectly. Would anybody like to go out … Continue reading →

Later today, we shall meet. I cannot tell you how long I have waited. Of course, you know when we set the appointment, but you may not know when I first wished to invite you to this lunch. It was … Continue reading →

They have laid a new patch of dirt on my block. They say it is to put up a tree. There are no trees now on my block so this promises to be a good thing. With one tree, this … Continue reading →

I don’t think I understood romance. I know I didn’t understand her when she asked to stay the night before she’d asked me out. I don’t think she understood romance any better than I under her – or myself for … Continue reading →

Until it’s over, I’ll remain on tiptoes. Until it’s over, I may whisper on the phone. Until it’s over, my trenchcoat collar stays in place. Until it’s over, my true face won’t be shown. Once we get the guy, I … Continue reading →

Every time I see Nancy, I cannot help but smile. She always makes me do it; she’s trained me for a while. She passes me a giftie each moment we meet so when she tends to cross my mind, I … Continue reading →

She was Spring to me for a season, or for a second of a season or I said she was, at least. These things seem transient, in youth. In the Spring of our youth. For a moment, she seemed so … Continue reading →

“He looks like Andy Warhol,” she said. I turned around. “Who?” “The guy with the black glasses, black t-shirt, standing right there,” she replied, starry-eyed. I tripled-checked the view. I saw an aging punk wearing a black shirt and glasses … Continue reading →

Trying to coerce Alabama fish to pro-Palestinean course of action is not easy. Really, all I’m looking for, though, is to get them to see both sides of the issue, ensure that they’re not entirely Zionist in their approach. Since … Continue reading →

I want to comfort the tortured poet, help her overcome the pain she’s developed over the heartbreak and suffering from all the boys she continues to meet. I want to roll her out of the department she seems to return … Continue reading →