Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree which may prove problematic for the apple seeds seeking purchase in the ground which offers all its nutrients to the giant tree sucking them up. The seeds can only struggle in the … Continue reading →

There was something a thing I was going to say but it seems to have escaped me. It’s so annoying when that phrase that concept that innovation the thing that was scratching around somewhere in your skull, just on the … Continue reading →

Your heart pumps. Your blood rages. Your eyes bulge and your sinews cramp but you continue through it all. Your machine is working at one hundred and three percent which it can maintain for only moments which may not be … Continue reading →

Hey, hundred dollars that I thought lost on 97th Street the other day, but was really just hidden, folded into my ones so I didn’t realize I had you with me all along: I’m ever so glad I found you, … Continue reading →

I dream of my dead father dying, still. The other night, I was pushing a wagon, surprised to see my dad not yet dead within the wagon. I turn to my mom, shocked, excited to inform her that he wasn’t … Continue reading →

I am so fucking incensed at the street for taking that hundred dollars that I know I had while I was on 97th street but seemed to have been relieved of by the time I got into the drug store … Continue reading →

Gavrilo Princip was an incompetent. He was charged by the Black Hand with killing the Archduke but he’d already mucked it up once that day due to that aforementioned incompetence. He was unprepared for the job at hand and had … Continue reading →

When we kill the rich and their fat asses and gold suspenders are holding up the wall and we are readying them for the firing squad please remember that I was one of you all along. I was the proletariat. … Continue reading →

If you find that your stock has grown low and you no longer have enough to provide to your customers there is no shame in admitting this. If you don’t have anything that will satisfy the line around the block … Continue reading →

She sang a song about Anchorage but it wasn’t “Anchorage,” by Michelle Shocked so what’s the point? It was pleasant enough, a good melody a good voice but it wasn’t life changing. It wasn’t apocryphal. It wasn’t a song that … Continue reading →