Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

But what if there are no limits? What if the boundaries are unknown so you don’t know how to test them or you have no idea where the fence is so you have no way to swing for it? Say … Continue reading →

You don’t know what love is. That’s the thing that’s grown clearer and clearer through this entire embarrassment we’ve experienced of late. You know some things, certainly, like desire and hunger and frustration over being wronged though your sense of … Continue reading →

Why would she lie? What motivates such a thing? To put so much on the line the shame and disgrace the notoriety that no one desires why would she seek it? Why would she take this on if not for … Continue reading →

I’m sorry. I failed you. I failed. When that happened to you… When he – when that happened I wasn’t there for you. I was there, maybe, but I wasn’t there. There was no there there. I could have been … Continue reading →

There is an App that will tell me the number of days between now and a given date should I ever need to ask, so with rugged regularity I drag it open and I ask it, “App, how long has … Continue reading →

To Liz, in the back who I can tell hasn’t been listening to any of my set so far today: I could’ve been good. It’s possible that I might be saying something interesting something worthwhile something that could have spoken … Continue reading →

It’s Batman Day, declared so by the owners of the trademark, the company that bought the company that bought the property from the guy who sold out the creator for the name recognition. Today is Batman Day as it approximates … Continue reading →

I don’t know what I’m doing and the waves are amazing. Splashing around with no eyes to see no one to judge no one to watch over me it’s something special. I’m free and wild and waving, wandering, in this … Continue reading →

The offensive message I meant to send you purely as a joke was returned to me due to insufficient address information and is now no longer timely. Please assume, in out most recent correspondence, when you last expressed something most … Continue reading →

Never let her know the poems were all written for her. That’ll freak her out. You think she’ll think it’s sweet but I know: she’ll think it’s creepy. Maybe you can parcel them out little by little if things go … Continue reading →