Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

You had forgotten the power in rage, the strength one finds in seething. An energy builds as you look for a place to displace it like an innocent victim. You had forgotten the power in defiance in refusal when all … Continue reading →

This form takes three lines. Structurally like haiku but ironic, fun: If I had the means I’d fly to you right now since I’m falling for you.

In the center of a maze is a mistress of desire telling tall tales circling a pyre made of fire (’cause that’s what they’re always made of, son) and the tales, they twist and turn and are never done. This … Continue reading →

I came to Billy Joel late in his run, on his last golden album: An Innocent Man. His subsequent albums were successful, but I think the bloom was off the rose by that point. I first saw him at Madison … Continue reading →

You have got to start shutting up. You need to take a lesson or eighty in body language, in human relations, in cultural sensitivity, in social interactions in the setting of your birth, however you want to define it. Just… … Continue reading →

Heartbroken in college, I thought I would do anything. I thought I had the balls to do the extreme, but my tongue wrote a check my body wouldn’t cash. I’m just glad nobody asked me to. We were working on … Continue reading →

The easy money is found betting on the house. The house doesn’t lose. The house sets up the conditions so they’re gonna be on top. Almost always. Bet on the house. Real world situation: bet on the big companies the … Continue reading →

On this night, we remember the dorks of yesteryear, The Woody Allens, the Billy Joels, the Princes who were talented or suave enough to be loved by the loveliest. This is not just a matter of power or wealth, for … Continue reading →

He found that the longest time was that between when he asked her to marry him and when she explained that she wouldn’t until after her older sister tied the knot.

Baby, I knew you were special, when you come to the Village with that certain accent, saying you were from New York but not really knowing where anything was. You said you had to leave by midnight, like Cinderella, which … Continue reading →