Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

You see a cavern before you a dark and foreboding space the kind that nightmares are made of but in the darkness is also potential. Who knows what mysteries lie within the black? You have a choice before you: You … Continue reading →

When the flea fights the storm flying angrily into its eye to face her enemy and seek to tame it to conquer its wild fury when the flea makes war against an empire of environment the storm does not laugh. … Continue reading →

Relax. You’ve got a staying order, a temporary reprieve. No decisions being made just yet. We have no need to execute anything today. All positions are perfectly safe for the time being which is not to say you should get … Continue reading →

The matter of that strand of hair that will not disengage from the center of your face when your hands remain otherwise occupied is one of the seven hundred wonders that make it difficult to ever turn from you though … Continue reading →

She said, "You will never know the real me." And I said, "You are not so hard to figure out. I am not the sharpest knife in the shed, but I will find a way to uncover your strengths and … Continue reading →

Fuck you to construction this morning and the traffic on the way to work. Fuck you to the breakfast place which forgot my order. It’s not like I haven’t been there most days the last three fucking years. Who doesn’t … Continue reading →

My old room’s been getting cleaned up in the ancestral homeland, which means, when I visit my mother, there are lots of photos to pore through of my younger years. It is amazing to see how I looked at various … Continue reading →

It’s the same shit shoveled into a new hole on a different day. He sees that. It’s not a new revelation but it’s been revealed in a different way. Maybe the shit had been changing colors before or maybe it … Continue reading →

Dude, you think you’re expressing some kind of inner peace but I’m an unrepentant heathen, pagan, and evil-doer. I’m a bad guy, careless of the world, inconsiderate of others and I can hear your ego from here. Every pronouncement you … Continue reading →

Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the anniversary of my first big dumping. I was in college, and I’d protected my heart pretty well for the prior eighteen years, too scared to get into it with anyone, too … Continue reading →