Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Elvis Costello loves tomatoes and I fear them. My fear turns to hate in their presence and I don’t know what to make of this disgusting knowledge. If my hero loves this horrid substance what does this mean of his … Continue reading →

The world is not forsaken just give it a day. The armies of death have not awakened yet, to blow us all away. We have some breath still in these very old bones and we can last until we overturn … Continue reading →

I think back on us and I love how I felt when I was with you. I don’t know if we were that good for each other. I don’t think I was a particularly good guy at that time, though … Continue reading →

To name a thing is to give it power, yes, a certain definition, a size and a shape. To name a thing also hedges it in, contains it to those dimensions, limits by the very terms used. What has occurred … Continue reading →

When the power is out and the fridge is losing its cool and you must conserve the chill as long as is possible, you do the scientific thing and mind map what is in the freezer, what is on each … Continue reading →

If you miss out on the latest movies the latest television shows or music you might not understand the references people make in their conversations, the memes used on the internet, or jokes on the latest TV shows, movies or … Continue reading →

The bookstore on this street that is gone used to be such a place of excitement. I used to love to go in to see what I could see to find new worlds I could explore new places to visit … Continue reading →

Rooftop poets explore the sky. They see the city and then ask why. They’re not afraid of the people below or to tell their readers so. Rooftop dancers trip near the edge. Their limbs take them dangerously close to the … Continue reading →

A leaf blows around and around the town stopping and resting here and there but never for long as it explores the environs of its urban home. You’d think this flora would fare less well in this metropolitan landscape but … Continue reading →

and in the end, the rock you make will break and roll out of control into the new that you will never see. It’ll be some mystery beyond what we can imagine. It’ll be sexy. It’ll be sweet. It won’t … Continue reading →