Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

DAMN MONSTERS There are benefits to being a ghoul, a goblin, a monster in the night. I can always find a spot on a train or at the movies. Nobody ever crowds me. When I ask for something however outlandish … Continue reading →

JANINE TO JON ON THAT FIRST NIGHT Oh, that’s sad. All you could come up with was that? That was your finest line? REALLY? Man, you’ve been working this corner staring at me for what seems like forever, and this … Continue reading →

WONDER AND QUEST In the far future, when my fame is a given and my fortunes long ago lost, when the literary detectives seek to uncover each and every inch of evidence of my inspiration, and they look at my … Continue reading →

ODE TO THE PARK When you sit in the park with your book of verse and your cappuccino and your solitude as you look on at the happy loving couples and think how much happier you are you are lying … Continue reading →

AN HONEST PROPOSAL People talk all the time about the right to smoke and the civil liberties involved and the freedom of expression and how the loss of the cigarette is the loss of the soul of America and that … Continue reading →

ELEVATE THE HATE Swords in hand they eye each other waiting impatiently for the other to make the first move. Whoever goes on the defensive will have naming rights in this adventure so each awaits the eminent attack. Days become … Continue reading →

THE GOOD OLD DAYS You look back on history and see the good old days a glorious past you’d hope to revisit a time of less complexity of greater simplicity. You look upon the past and imagine satisfaction. The past … Continue reading →

WEDNESDAY AT MUDVILLE ON CENTER STREET They are dancing up a storm in the club tonight with the thunderous bass and the lightning flash strobes. It’s as crazy a Wednesday as I’ve ever seen here. This is the place. It’s … Continue reading →

SEMI-RHYMING HAIKU WITH A TITLE THAT IS SUBSTANTIALLY BUT UNSURPRISINGLY LONGER THAN THE PIECE ITSELF As the castle’s king, you would think that I would win but it’s chess; she’s queen.

CRUMBLES OK. I got it. I’m a smart cookie I’m with ya. There’s just one thing I don’t understand: If… Scratch that. Rewind. There’s a dozen things I don’t understand like physics. Or the process of silk-screening – or even … Continue reading →