Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Look at it now: there’s no pattern in the pieces just a shambles, a trail of trash left there where you had your accident. No of course you didn’t mean to you ever do. And of course you’ll try to … Continue reading →

They told me you were paranoid; I swore it wasn’t true but they showed me reams of data. There was nothing I could do. They’ve been on your tail for hours after days and weeks and years. They’ve denied all … Continue reading →

As we pulled out of the gas station she asked me why I had yelled. In an effort to be occasionally honest with the girl, I said I wasn’t sure. “First he put up his hand then told me to … Continue reading →

The paper pieces interspersed in the pages of the poetry book – some spine-shattered, cover-falling Ferlinghetti – offer little insight or understanding of the poems therein. They barely even inform anything interesting about the author of the notes. Random names, … Continue reading →

We hid the treasure – the most wondrous prizes we could imagine at the time – on the beach – the most wondrous place we knew – which maybe wasn’t the best plan with the surf constantly coming in, wiping … Continue reading →

She sat next to me while I gulped down egg drop soup at the take out place. She asked if she could pay me cash so that I could order an Uber for her. I smelled a scam but answered … Continue reading →

Missed opportunity: You were the smokey-eyed Latina in jeans and a tweed trench, glasses provocatively placed on forehead with a circular diamond on her left index finger. I was the fucking idiot on the fucking 6 train who kept, like, … Continue reading →

He wears a mask on the back of his hat so empty eyes cover his retreat wherever he goes even when he sits on the crowded 2 heading towards Harlem. The mask stares out the blurry window looking at the … Continue reading →

The dancers on the train want my attention. I want them to not hit me in my head. I live in New York so that I can be immersed in the arts but I’d rather it be by choice when … Continue reading →

Take a bite. It’s good for you. It tastes good. Trust me please. We’ve been walking around now for what feels like weeks looking for the right food. You seem a little cranky. God knows I’m fucking cranky. We need … Continue reading →