Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I just heard all about the party you had without me. It sounds like it was a fucking good time. I’m not sad and I’m not angry that I never received an invitation – except I am both those things … Continue reading →

Down Georgia way a smoldering zine publisher found a beautiful seamstress and made love to her (using the old definition involving pitching woo and moving in with her sisters). He was honest with her and she knew he might never … Continue reading →

He died today (two years ago {but today I did not remember}). I am an awful son who does not honor his father as he should. I would say that I will do better but I have little interest in … Continue reading →

She doesn’t want to see me anymore. She’s made that quite clear with words gestures, court-mandated sessions… I get it finally. It makes me wonder, though, why she’s always at my clubhouse. She has her own places to be where … Continue reading →

You drive her home but she’s in no hurry to get out of the car and that’s all right because you didn’t much want to say goodnight just yet anyway. You talk quietly. You kiss softly. You kiss some more … Continue reading →

Some days when the seasons change, the sun shines out the birds sing beautifully and the world seems full of opportunity. All transitions are rife with potential and everything looks like it’ll be coming up roses or reason will prevail … Continue reading →

When you point at someone three fingers point right back. When you judge another be prepared for a jury to let out all over you. I am sure to be as abusive to myself as my soul will allow so … Continue reading →

I have been waiting for you to come back to me for so long now. I cannot imagine why you would want to but then again, I cannot imagine what possessed me to send you away in the first place. … Continue reading →

Seasons turn – I know all that. I understand that feelings change and opinions can diametrically oppose at the drop of a freaking hat. I know that the warmest day can, quite suddenly, turn bone-chillingly cold. I see how factors … Continue reading →

Several years before the fact I wrote a poem about the death of my favorite rocker because I am a clever boy and I wished to be prepared for the likely eventuality. On the day that it happened however, I … Continue reading →