Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I danced here once so long ago that the fact it was an 80s dance party might not have been ironic. I danced here with people that don’t today live in this state with folks no longer in my life. … Continue reading →

There’s a single Basquiat on display in an exhibit called One Basquiat. I don’t like it. It looks stupid. Staring at what could be a self-portrait (I think I can make out dreds in its non-representational design) is a glorious … Continue reading →

An exhibit at the museum today is leaving after tomorrow. It is Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party, and it’s got pussies everywhere. It’s pretty pornographic. The exhibit has been here at the museum for months. I just lucked into it. … Continue reading →

This is a topical poem regarding a recent important current event. The sky is blue. The air is crisp. The weather has turned and a quiet has fallen over the city. The last is a good thing. These are all … Continue reading →

I could have been nicer to you, offered you more of my snow cones, thrown the ball with you more often, made fun of you a little less. I could have been kinder. I could have been friendlier. I could … Continue reading →

Thank you for calling. It has been a while since we’ve spoken. It is good to hear your voice. I hope you are well. I hope your family is well. I hope your dog is well and not dead like … Continue reading →

It comes down to this: this one moment. This one swing. A hit and the game is won. A miss and the game is something less than won. The other thing. Let’s not consider it. Everything must go towards the … Continue reading →

Hello, voices, back again. I wish your visits here would end. You’ve been troubling for far too long with wisps of words and little bits of song at all hours insisting on entering my brain – to drive insane! Can’t, … Continue reading →

“What’s going on?” You tell me what going on. I think you know what’s on my mind. I wish you knew what’s on my mind. I think you’ve got a sense what I have in mind in me on top … Continue reading →

She’d warned me. She said I should call before stopping by, that she might be moved any day now. I figured I’d give it a shot, though, and popped by Dottie’s room which was now occupied by a new patient. … Continue reading →