Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The graffiti on the bathroom wall read “Please fuck me…” and followed with “2017,” so you knew it was current. You knew it was real. But I didn’t know if I could really follow through. How can you fuck a … Continue reading →

Please delete all the messages I left yesterday while your phone was off but before you explained that fact to me. I was in free fall, wondering why I hadn’t heard from you desperately waiting for your return call – … Continue reading →

Situationally, I have my reasons for not dogging your doorstep these last few weeks. I have been quite busy what with the voyage to Vermont and the days of vertigo and a very special Different Strokes episode finally available on … Continue reading →

Why are you so cold so hard? Why are you so different than the way we were just a few hours ago? If I am hugging you to say goodbye why must the moment be so difficult? If this will … Continue reading →

Wandering these streets my feet the only map, my eyes and skull seem trapped in some battle for my soul. Thoughts fly like missiles whistling past my brain as I struggle to attain some semblance of control. I have no … Continue reading →

The new place where I get dollar pizza (just a couple blocks from my old dollar pizza place) is pretty much the same. You don’t go in for a dollar pizza slice if you’re seeking one of those life-changing mouth-watering … Continue reading →

Your writing could use some work. I can only understand about half of the characters you compose and the others can easily be confused with one another. It’s careless, really. A lack of effort. I’m sure practice and experience will … Continue reading →

We sat in the park by the garden and my special friend nodded towards a tittering millennial, previously unnoticed. “He’s here to photograph a surprise.” I saw the boy and asked why she’d said that. She just shrugged but the … Continue reading →

I want your money but I’m too sly to just tell you so so I’ve got a sneaky plan to coerce you into offering it to me. You’re never gonna know about the hit. I’ll start with a cough ever … Continue reading →

All right, so this one is a piece of crap. It’s ill-planned and worked on far too hurriedly, because I wanted to get it done immediately making quality fly out the window for some self-imposed deadline that nobody else cares … Continue reading →