Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Knowledge is power. They always say that don’t they? So perhaps, then, understanding can be considered nothing but a valuable commodity, as well. Knowing how you fit in within certain social strata will allow easier comprehension of what you are … Continue reading →

If I had gone to camp when I was a kid – a real camp. Sleepaway camp – then I’d have been prepared for life away from the cocoon of my family before I’d reached college and maybe I wouldn’t … Continue reading →

I feel like, in some way, I have erred. When I shouted out during your open mic set that you should change your band name – a band that didn’t yet quite exist – to House Dad and got the … Continue reading →

More and more in the midst of suffering fools in the world I notice in their eyes an increase of impatience as they prepare their excuses and seek to make their respective getaways from me. From me. The very people … Continue reading →

My window’s open. My door’s unlocked. My gate’s ajar. I am not protecting my shit anymore. You can have it. If it’s important enough to jump fences climb walls sneaks through the barriers. If another needs to take such dangerous … Continue reading →

Lesley Gore sang songs of empowerment. She said she’d cry if she wanted. She told us not to tell her what to do and that we didn’t own her at a point when we needed to hear it but Lesley … Continue reading →

If you ask what a poem is about, do not be surprised to receive an answer like, “it is about the spectral wind” or “have you ever experienced an autumn melancholy? It very much like that – but in boysenberry” … Continue reading →

You’re a fucking idiot if you think you can keep drawing from the same account indefinitely and expect never to receive some sort of penalty. Everyone suffers from withdrawal eventually. How did you think that account would continue recouping and … Continue reading →

If you have a father, happy Father’s Day. If you have a mother, thank her for her part. If you have a sister, go in on a gift for that mister. If you have a kid, accept their finger-painted art. … Continue reading →

I wish I’d known more about what you were going through so I could have helped you (so I could have saved you {so I could have appeared in the nick of time as the Big Strong Hero and protected … Continue reading →