Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The clouds are grey and ominous and still they are beautiful. How is that? Is it the shape of the heavy objects above floating towards their eventual destination never telling when they might unload whatever they may hold? Is it … Continue reading →

Some times, on those sunny days with the puffy clouds in early spring when the weather changes and the right new partner rests there in the special crook in your arm and everything feels new and right and good and … Continue reading →

I just missed tripping over my Stanley fan which is convenient since it’s just about time to take it out for the season since it’s April and just about right for those in the Northeast US to find some use … Continue reading →

That failure was not particularly spectacular but it certainly was complete. Perhaps I no longer know what a scalper looks like or how one speaks or how the bargain is made or even what the terms are. The show that … Continue reading →

Essie, if you’re out there in the ether somewhere where I can’t see haunting my thoughts just outside my conceptual perception, be it in faulty memory or through some sort of magic or some physical fetish I took from our … Continue reading →

I am sorry. I am trying. I am struggling. I am changing and I am not sure what I am changing into and though I hope it is something better I cannot say that the process is an easy one. … Continue reading →

And just like that the light goes on. I am sitting alone in my room with the sad music and the hoarded mess with the roaches trailing dust I’d never bothered to sweep and my stomach rumbling for days as … Continue reading →

The most curious vomit just came out of me: yellow, thin devoid of much solid, seemingly nothing but bile. Is this, then, all that I consist of? Am I a balloon a cyst an overripe organ bursting at imagined seams … Continue reading →

If you don’t know what I’m saying you could always ask but that’s gonna help only thirty two percent of the time as listening to others is not one of my greatest strengths even when others happen to be myself. … Continue reading →

The last time I saw that film I wasn’t paying much attention. I was a little busy on the couch with my hands and her. I’d hurried over to see the flick that she’d already started and soon after I … Continue reading →