Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

In a world of choices and paths not taken and errors I would like a do-over an opportunity to dial back the years and return to more innocent times and stay there. I would avoid choice and decisions and transitions. … Continue reading →

Batman’s teen sidekick Robin was created in 1940. The dude donning the domino mask was Dick Grayson until in 1983, he got replaced by Jason Todd. Todd sucked, and the comic books’ editor was looking for a way to get … Continue reading →

It is fucking freezing in this hellish place. It beggars belief. The smell of bacon permeates the stratosphere while sausage and ham sail through the air. This is a Wallace Shawn fantasy: inconceivable. I feel my tongue moving can hear … Continue reading →

The cashier said “Two ninety nine,” and I handed him three bills. He handed me back the milk and, when I hadn’t left, asked, “Do you want a receipt?” “No,” I said. “Do you need a bag?” “No,” I said. … Continue reading →

In seeking unique directions in which to take artistic expression I have begun to experiment quite wildly with substances that abuse my system so that I learn more about myself, my body, and my endurance (in certain regards). I have … Continue reading →

I don’t know if she did it. I don’t have an opinion. I don’t care about the crime or all the talk that’s gone on for so long on this very very very boring topic. Get it through your head: … Continue reading →

I was asked about you today, asked to consider your beauty your charm. It was the first time I assessed you in some time and I have found you wanting. I’m sure you’ve changed in no way and it is … Continue reading →

There are no words to say anymore. They have all been said long before. We wait alone forevermore for something new for which to live. I had lost the will to speak prior to our fortune’s leak and dwindled joy … Continue reading →

August 1958, his station wagon parked on a gravel road in Cary, Illinois, the man sat. He’d been seen acting drunk at the staff party in Chicago. He never did that. He’d left his wife Dorothy hours before and had … Continue reading →

For the holidays she gave me a painting one from her heart a piece she had imagined then sketched and finally painted putting thought into action idea into art. She painted me a painting, a considerate gift from a caring … Continue reading →