Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The wizard says It’s not so hard is it? You can choose to stay as you are in your safe curated existence or you can step through the door and see what lies on the other side. The sage looks … Continue reading →

For god’s sake whatever you do keep your eyes off of her magnificent tits. Look straight down into the hole in the table as she reaches across you to touch you to oil you to reach and tease and push … Continue reading →

Young artist, I have been reticent with active advicebecause truly it is the world that should teach you the most important things upon your path but I fear that there is one vital lesson you have not yet learned from … Continue reading →

When they find my rotting corpse and my broken soul limps off to the afterlife, the next folk may well ask me about my regrets and what I wish I could change about my time on the mortal plane. At … Continue reading →

The skirt you didn’t wear The oath I didn’t make The sex act you never asked for The sex act I never completed The trip we never took The dinners we never made The friends we never hated The dances … Continue reading →

Whatever lessons you’re supposed to get our of the story of the flying father and son let me ask: why is the pater the supposed superior scientist? Daddy Daedalus deemed it dangerous to dare to dive directly at the sun … Continue reading →

Some poets never need to get heard. Some playwrights never need to be read. Some hashtags never need to win at tic tac toe. Some boyfriends never need to find love. The world is full of also-rans and never-was’es and … Continue reading →

Lovely little day. Sun shining bright. Children all a’racing just as fast as they might. Nannies out smoking; daddies out, too. Doggies chasing squirrels and then doing the doo. Families are grilling; sizzling the meats. Veggies roasting too: smells like … Continue reading →

This body is not bendable. I must stretch a great deal before even the least strenuous of activities. I choke and grunt when standing or sitting down or staying still too long. I can fight for no one’s honor least … Continue reading →

Your old neighborhood doesn’t miss you. It doesn’t recognize your absence. There is no hole no crater in the space you once held. No memorials in your empty apartment no plaques to commemorate the time you spent in those old … Continue reading →