Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

When I was young there was this thing called ‘pop music.’ People would turn on their players, And then they would listen to the tunes that everybody else seemed to enjoy. Nobody enjoyed this music but it was the way … Continue reading →

A pope once said shut the fuck up. A pope once said kill the other. He is not to be trusted. A pope once said I speak with an authority that none other may muster for only I have the … Continue reading →

You look old. You look tired. You look weak and weary and worried and winded and white – white as a sheet. You look beat. You seem bloodied. You seem bombed into submission by years and fears and tears and … Continue reading →

My poem is better than your poem. The thoughts in my head are purer more evocative stronger – and faster too. I can write deeper than you with greater wit and cleverosity – and more evocative consonants. You’ll find more … Continue reading →

The exterminator is sick of me with my calls and my begging and my incessant offers of Reals to get the job done. ‘Stop calling!’ he says ‘and leave me alone. ‘You do not have tortoises in your ceiling!’ O! … Continue reading →

I couldn’t do what she did. I could never survive in isolation without family friends and the Internet to keep me whole. It would be painful. I would be suicidal. It would be unsatisfying. I could never do what she … Continue reading →

Glorious Return Did it hurt when you came down from up above to join us again? Did it feel strange to come back among us, to rejoin your former companions and act like everything’s normal? We got by without you. … Continue reading →

I swear, I hear you everywhere. When I’m alone, when there’s nothing to distract me, I suspect that you are with me. I believe despite your prolonged absence that you are near. I hear you walking by just above my … Continue reading →

Life happens. Change happens. I know that. I get it. I understand the circle of life the winds of time the torture of the temporary. I just thought like the tree out back you’d be there for me as long … Continue reading →

It’s not blasphemy when it’s true. Muhammad Ali said that when he abandoned Malcolm X but it’s just as true for me when I state like Beatles just the facts. I am his superior. I am bigger than Jesus. Taller … Continue reading →