Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

What is it about me that causes so much dysfunction in so many directions? I’m a good guy occasionally polite sporadically charming. I have been known to be funny on several occasions and can discuss at least four events that … Continue reading →

And suddenly my face is stone. I am still. I have no control over my cheeks, my smile. My eyes are open but I’m not seeing. My lips are quivering, my nose shivering, but nothing’s coming out. Rictus has set … Continue reading →

I carried a portion of my father out to the island because it is a place he knew and loved well. He would sit at the bay so I opened the bag and dropped a little on the bench where … Continue reading →

A hearty welcome to our invading conquerors! We wish you well as you approach our gates with glory in your chests and booty in your eyes. May you see many things worth pillaging and few people who require slaughter as … Continue reading →

Yes, I suppose it’s possible. I might be able to move some things around conceivably. I could have the meeting the next day and I don’t need to stop by the bar to see Delilah (she might not be there … Continue reading →

Arthur, old friend, I love you like a brother whose birthday I don’t bother to celebrate. I have known you since the beginning of days or at least since we first needed condoms. Since you needed condoms. We have great … Continue reading →

To the editors of Writerly Writers dot tv: the writing prompts you provided for the last few weeks have been sadly dissatisfying. I don’t know what you were thinking presuming I’ll be able to write a novel based on your … Continue reading →

The light bathes your body but it does not flicker and you can feel it before you open your eyes onto the sun. Your pillow is sand and your bed is made of sand, too. You seem to have pulled … Continue reading →

It’s harder to like Lucas with his smug toothless smile and his requirement of entitlements. He always acts like he has the answers but really, rarely does. His brother is better. Grant seems so responsible so mature though he’s barely … Continue reading →

The heels had been left in the middle of the hallway some time before dawn, when I found them coming back from the ashes of the reception. The hotel was mostly deserted and the hall had lost its residents to … Continue reading →