Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Amanda, I failed you. You weren’t the first and you weren’t the worst. There were others at the same time but I was thinking of you today more than twenty years after and I hope I didn’t fuck things up … Continue reading →

So you know how you’ve gone down a road for a long time and you were never really sure if it was taking you the right direction and the longer you’re on it, the more sure you are that it’s … Continue reading →

I just finished a poem about being a bad teacher but when I reviewed it for spelling errors (there were none because I was a great student) I realized that it read completely and inadvertently as an admission of a … Continue reading →

If you could maybe for a change take a breath and think about what you’re doing before you’re doing it just act out after you’ve considered what the repercussions of the act might be and imagine all the dominoes falling … Continue reading →

Throw the coin down and eventually it’s gonna hit the bottom. It may take a long time. It may make a really faint noise when it finally hits. You may have to take a fucking nap or two before the … Continue reading →

For some time now talking to you has proven much harder than writing to you and if I’m honest writing at you is really much more the preferred form of communication. There are things I need to say but it … Continue reading →

To Mike Cannon, who had the nerve to be present when I corrected him when he said his grandmother had come down from the Bronx for his East Village show: Just because I was mistaken when I told you that … Continue reading →

It’s probably not that big a deal. You’re probably not as concerned about this as I am. I’m probably much more in my head about this than I need to be. I’ve probably imagined this to be a much bigger … Continue reading →

I am sorry. I am trying. I know how frustrating it must be or, I think I can imagine. It’s not a problem I’ve ever had myself. I have never known anyone to look at me and consistently see magic … Continue reading →

You were supposed to be a god. You were meant to be a hero. You were planning to marry a gold digger – not that you’d care. It wouldn’t matter because you could afford to look into the heart of … Continue reading →