Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

In daylight hours we sat at home glued to the TV when we could have been out exploring the world we barely knew. We might have met people discovered lost treasures of prior generations practiced our storytelling but we treasured … Continue reading →

She did this song where the chorus goes Pushing dirty water on the bleachers of love and afterwards I asked Beaches of love? and she said Bleachers of love and I said I don’t know what that means and she … Continue reading →

Looking back at the pictures of your mom while we were growing up I guess I’m struck by how frigging hot she was. Hair, legs, bosom, smile… your mom had the whole package way back when. I never knew. How … Continue reading →

That ring, the one on your fourth finger, it is very beautiful. That stone is very tasteful. Quite subtle. What kind of jewel is it? Oh! Oh, my. Do you always wear it? How long have you had it? So … Continue reading →

Ha! Stupid bitch just left her peanut butter and blackberry jam donut right there on the counter completely unattended while she gets soy milk for her double macchiato blend or whatever the fuck she’s got there. Silly bitch, to leave … Continue reading →

Think carefully on what you do next. Look out your window and look at your city. See the winds, the rain. Imagine pushing your way past gusts, struggling through whatever tasks you believe are so important. It’s Sunday, for God’s … Continue reading →

Nowhere band, please listen: you’re going nowhere doing nothing making headway in none of the major markets, none of the minor markets… you know where your band has seen some small amount of penetration? Nowhere. That’s where. You guys, you’re … Continue reading →

Luther versus Doom: Who would win? Each one represents the greatest villain of the greatest heroes of the greatest comic company of the greatest decade of the greatest generation – dependent on age. Doctor Doom and Lex Luther; each the … Continue reading →

Once before I tried to write this one but I was not mature enough informed enough wise enough to get the idea across. So, half-cocked, I put it into the world prematurely and the reception it received was anticlimactic at … Continue reading →

I remember you only hazily. An accent, maternal demeanor… … that’s it. Sure, it was long ago, but you were kind to me. Why can’t I etch a stronger impression of you? You were there for the farewell party at … Continue reading →