Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The corner misses you. The light under the lamppost upon which we would lean casts no shadow where you once stood. Your space is empty now and no one dares replace you. Our old hangout may still be somebody’s hangout … Continue reading →

Well, that story went south right quick. I wrote an alternate version where everything works out but you don’t want that do you? You… you prefer the tension, the drama, the danger in how I ended it at first, don’t … Continue reading →

It’s not easy being the savior of the world. The number of requests coming in from an assortment of individuals – a great number of whom no longer believe in me (almost all of which failing to live by my … Continue reading →

I guess justice had its run. I suppose righteousness and morals, in vogue for a few years there, are out of the picture and now it’s time for something else. Something stronger. Something shifty. Something dark. It seems like tides … Continue reading →

Bill Mantlo’s not dead though his career sure is. After the hit and run back in ninety one, he cracked his head, left less eloquent than the Hulk, Bill wouldn’t be writing any more comics. He’d been winding down for … Continue reading →

Fish speak to me as I dream. They tell me truths I could never hear with eyes wide open, with mind wholly shut. They swim with me in the night, whispering wisdom that could change my life or all our … Continue reading →

Here’s a funny story and by that I mean here’s a story. This girl – for the purpose of the story, let’s call her Lisa – she was sitting at the same bar I was and we were both alone. … Continue reading →

To the off-color fellow who read my recent poem which included the word “rape” and thought it an invitation to misogyny: I need some clarity. Please, if you will, help a non-sister out and provide some insight. It is obvious … Continue reading →

I could not long tolerate the blessed smiles on the faces of my horrid friends so I left the party to wander the streets and ponder life’s greater problems but really I simply stood on the corner outside your window … Continue reading →

The Christmas bonus never came through so now I’m wondering how I’ll pay for all the murders I had hoped would make my life more bearable. Perhaps I could invest in some gunnery and express my right to bear arms … Continue reading →