Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

An unknown sound at three AM says something isn’t right. Something strange has happened in the middle of the night. Something’s changed or moved or isn’t where its s’posed to be why do these things always happen to me? My … Continue reading →

The man I was four years ago would have remembered your birthday and have gone to Amaury’s bar mitzvah – or at least responded to the invite – and been at the grand opening of the new Onion Pare Shop … Continue reading →

We were electric. We were fire. There was something there, if only for a moment, I just know it. Moments are like that, though. Blink, they’re gone. We were rock and roll. You and me, we died before we got … Continue reading →

If the bread is moldy, do not eat it. If the hyena is twitchy, do not turn your back on it. If the girl spurns you, do not try your luck again. She has made her feelings known. There is … Continue reading →

In the front of the old apartment, a stairwell and down the stairwell a locked exit to which I had the key. When unlocked a basement suite opened eight times larger than my apartment including a sauna pool and, surprisingly, … Continue reading →

The stars visible from this Bronx roof are few and far between but still there are so many more than when I grew up in Manhattan. Is it the borough or time that has made such a difference in the … Continue reading →

When I invited you over to watch the final episode of Dawson’s Creek and we ended up in bed for a rather athletic weekend, I can’t help but feel that you arrived under false pretenses. I had no idea you … Continue reading →

My therapist says I’m not crazy which is something of a relief. He thinks my constant need for attention is normal these days as are my bursts of dance at twenty four minutes past the hour. The voices may be … Continue reading →

In a secluded back room we sit drinking. She tells tales of embarrassing exploits back in the day. I’m excited to hear of her dangerous years but also jealous that I seem to have missed them and worried that I’d … Continue reading →

Shit goddamn. there was never really a chance for you and me, was there? It was just a windy moment we had when we were blown together, wasn’t it? Fuck, I was stupid. I thought it was something real. I … Continue reading →