Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I know that our conversance amounts to but aught but I’d just like to say that I care a whole lot and that, if given less than a quarter a chance, for the price of a song, to your tune … Continue reading →

When Paddington was born immigrant children in immigrant England saw him as one of them: a short brown boy from deepest Peru sneaking his way well into the First World? The story was written by Michael Bond as a giant … Continue reading →

I miss Daisy. She used to be out here with her clove cigarettes and her sharp words and, when she had time, she’d ask what I’d been up to even though she had little reason to care. She was untenably … Continue reading →

Sometimes, you write the poem and only afterwards do you realize whom it’s for. Sometimes, you don’t meet the inspiration until after you finish the work. Sometimes, your brain and heart and soul and all other artistic aspects of an … Continue reading →

Those gigantic sunglasses do you no favors hiding such excellent features that should be presented far more prominently. Your phenomenal peepers could be better displayed reflecting that blazing sun, enhancing their natural sparkle. In those glasses you look like I … Continue reading →

I was relieved to discover that when you said you couldn’t make it out to see me the excuse you gave proved solid. I checked it against friends’ testimony and, when I questioned the bias of the sources, got some … Continue reading →

I just heard your performance and let me tell you that skirt fits you very well. I really loved the choker you were wearing. The lyrics you sang were really sexy and your lipstick is just the right shade of … Continue reading →

I have been walking these wettened streets stewing over what’s been said. I see so many of the sites you’ve cited from your youth. This was the wrong place to have a fight with you where you know everything about … Continue reading →

I wouldn’t have liked it with you, anyway. It might have been fun at first, sure, but eventually it would have been tiresome to be with someone so beautiful so elegant, one who made every interaction an attempt to be … Continue reading →

I’ve got a show on Friday where I’ll read stupid words like these into a microphone for the people who are dumb enough to come but you won’t be there because almost no one is ever dumb enough to go … Continue reading →