Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The road stretches. I passed Syosset which I’m pretty sure is where your uncle used to live. I wonder how he is. I wonder about you. I wonder what it’s like for you where you are now and if there’s … Continue reading →

The police station down the block has before it a sign on the lamppost that reads emblazoned in red No Parking Anytime. Before that sign at any hour of any day are parked a series of police cars. They are … Continue reading →

What did you want, she asked. What did you expect? Did you think that your pretty words were going to make me fall for you here and now? Your words are not so pretty. They are more clever and really … Continue reading →

Yes, yes! There was a distinct chance that I was objectifying you before but only because I did not yet have enough information to successfully subjectify you or make you my subject or my queen or whatever I should be … Continue reading →

It’s OK to be scared. There are days when you look at the world and the world looks at you and you’re not sure if you’re playing a game of chicken or slapsies and before you figure it out the … Continue reading →

The stench was palpable. The power was still on but somehow her fridge had stopped cooling so, after a month of inattention, her fully packed ice box was no longer icy and all its contents was rotting away. There were … Continue reading →

I offered to give her a ride. "Where to," I said, "East side?" "Nope. Further out." "What, Brooklyn?" "Further." "Queens?" "Further." "Uh…. not Staten Island?" "Jesus, no. Further East." "Oh, East-er, then." I thought about it. I couldn’t think of … Continue reading →

Three cakes lay before you and you have to chose amongst them: the chocolate cake the white cake and the rainbow (the rainbow is not a metaphor for a multicultural existence much as you would like it to be. It’s … Continue reading →

I feel like I should apologize to everyone for everything because I feel like every step lately has been an awkward one foolish and stupid and people suspect how dumb I have become. I don’t know if this is medication … Continue reading →

To be honest, I shook. I quaked in anticipation thinking about the repercussions. I worried about them for a long while. I wasn’t sure if she’d take the big gesture in the spirit it was meant. There were so many … Continue reading →