Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I don’t think I’ve ever reached a point where I have been able to sate my hungry love for someone fully. No one has ever given me a chance. I believe that I could with you. I suspect I could … Continue reading →

…and then suddenly there’s a pivot, and everything changes. Your direction, your momentum, everything. The horror ride loses its terror and you find life goes steady. A simple solution arrives and you’ve regained control where it seemed impossible before. All … Continue reading →

Back when I had the loft, I would walk down the back steps into the endless back floors and always discover new areas of my sublet that I hadn’t yet taken advantage of. So much raw space in East Harlem … Continue reading →

Oh yes, this placeused to house a hunger. This place used to contain a need so great, I would come most nights to feed it. This was once my opium den, my favored whore house. This was my den of … Continue reading →

All right, alright… I know I’ve done some dumb things, but tell me this, who’s the bigger fool: the idiot who marries the spy or the one who becomes a spy to avoid being blackmailed for having married a spy? … Continue reading →

Surely the space dwarves could be defeated by our hero if he only learned their secret weakness that the professor and our heroine discovered in the middle of act two. But first, let’s watch this amazing action scene: Oh wow. … Continue reading →

Oh, shit. I don’t know if you’re up on it, but the new superstition’s have come in and the latest off the presses is that if you check the wall clock after midnight before going to bed, you gon’ die. … Continue reading →

Are you the one to know the way through to May’s? Has she danced every party? How can you answer that properly? Who are you to answer anything? Who are any of us? What are we, here, to speak of … Continue reading →

Violet looks at you quizzically, as if you’re going somewhere. You gaze at Violet wonderingly, knowing she’s going many places. She’ll probably be on the road in minutes, her shining mane flowing as she catches a ride out of here. … Continue reading →

We never spoke honestly and by “we” I mean me. You may have been as honest as can be – I’m not in your head. I’m in my head all the time, and I can tell you I was not … Continue reading →