Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Free write. Rite Aid. Writing aid. Righting wrongs in real bad songs. Writing really bad songs. Why do I write bad songs? I can’t even write songs. What am I doing here? Start again… Free write: Free associate. Free association. … Continue reading →

She wears her heart on her hand as a soft reprimand from a day on a date with a dud of a man who had taken her places she’d soon understand were distressing, disturbing, disgusting, unplanned. After hours enchained and … Continue reading →

The night wanes into morning and so begins the mourning of our way of night life. The city we love is dying. The city we know is withering decaying into a dust soon to be blown away irrevocably. This must … Continue reading →

…what I predicted were accurate, sure, and absolutely irrelevant… Continue reading →

Shit. Steve broke his heart at a year older than I am now and he then was a far better man than I will ever be. How will I be able to survive the vicissitudes that endangered him so threateningly? … Continue reading →

The best thing our band ever made was based on her words. Standing on the shoulders of giants we tried to build something greater and toppled – it was a tall order – but still, did something pretty damned fine. … Continue reading →

This is a new song barely written its lyrics fresh on the page not yet uttered once by mortal lips. This is virgin material we’re talking here. It is newborn, the song, still weaning on the milk of earlier tracks … Continue reading →

You get a pass tonight after what has just happened. We’ll have peace tonight because of what just occurred. We’ll let things go forget the recent past because of the more recent past and tonight just for tonight the valley … Continue reading →

Tell me about your new boyfriend. Is he a catch? Is he better than me? Smarter? Faster? Richer? Fatter? Furrier? Does he make you happy? Are you being kept under duress? You can tell me. Wink three times if you … Continue reading →

Sometimes you only know half the story or a fourth or a twelfth. Sometimes your friend complains about how his boss is always riding him and then you hear how your friend’s been charged with sexual harassment by like six … Continue reading →