Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Quit your job. It doesn’t deserve you. Quit your job. They don’t treat you right. Quit your job. Why should you spend so many daylight hours just to make it through the night? Quit your job and go out hunting, … Continue reading →

Please try to stay with me on this because the path is wavy and the logic tenuous at best: I recited a poem the other day about losing a hundred dollars and a day later wrote a poem about willing … Continue reading →

I explained to my therapist how I’d been waiting for some news and I just assumed the worst; presuming whatever negative prognosises I could imagine with all the creativity my humble brain could muster. “You tend to do that,” my … Continue reading →

Yes, I stole your seat. Yes, I knew better. Yes, I’m old enough and responsible enough and mature enough to have avoided this embarrassing faux pas. This is not the man my mother raised. This is not the person I … Continue reading →

So maybe you’re not the fuckup we thought you were. Maybe you’ve got more on the ball than all previous evidence suggested. Possibly you’re capable of success on a level we hadn’t imagined: any. It seems like some congratulations might … Continue reading →

Any minute now, it’ll happen: fate. Destiny. The axe falling. The boot dropping heel first upon the neck of its neck victim any minute now. The waiting is the part that hangs on interminably as each minute becomes a moment … Continue reading →

You knew it would go wrong. You said it would through so many different sentences and periods of incrimination over too many false starts and false promises under faux finishes in flashy forward thinking front rooms where optimism ought to … Continue reading →

It was a thin line you were walking and you were sure to trip. Isn’t it a relief, then, that it was sooner and not later? Are you not glad that the tension is off your shoulders, your calves? Balance … Continue reading →

It is safer to be silent to sit in the darkness and await results than to stride proudly the cock of the walk and leave yourself ready for all the attacks of all the men and women playing on the … Continue reading →

Nobody died. The house is in one piece. All the bones are in place and the soul is indescribable so who can say what shape it’s in, anyhow? Change is destined and expected and we all knew the good old … Continue reading →