Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Do you remember that time when I spent an hour or so working on a poem and it turned out to be Neil Diamond’s "America"? You probably don’t, because I didn’t show it to anybody. It was kind of embarrassing. … Continue reading →

And in the far-off future that you never imagined when your great great great grandniece seizes the dusty box of your unreleased treasures and opens them to find your journals, your notebooks your diaries… she will look at them with … Continue reading →

There are few overnight cars in my neighborhood. My block is somewhat industrial; only my building and the one next door have residential apartments and only a couple at that so few humans sleep on the block. Occasionally a truck … Continue reading →

They did a testimonial show for me once. A bunch of friends came up and read some poems of mine. Most had gone to my website and picked recent poems and recited them. Nobody had done research and dug deep … Continue reading →

I resented Mark not reaching out to me back when he was going through so much shit. He should have been a better friend when he was so troubled, I thought. I didn’t quite take into account how much turmoil … Continue reading →

Forgotten adventures. Tales within tales. A young boy escaped the view of his parents and found himself free from the governess and in a room of beautiful books. He saw one specially bound one that he had to have. It … Continue reading →

If you put it into perspective your life is pretty great: you’re not a quadriplegic mute who can’t express your needs to anyone and helpless to get your point across. Of course if you put it into comparison your life … Continue reading →

We got there twenty minutes late but they still let us into the play proving that rules and order are irrelevant and justice means nothing in this world. They should have told us it was too late and we missed … Continue reading →

When I was writing music reviewsI preferred not to let people know I was writing about them so they could come up upon the content out in the world, like a surprise, like we weren’t all part of an insular … Continue reading →

It seems to me as if your hunting never stops your eyes are always darting, your armor never drops. I get the sense from you that you’ve only had enough of the game of romance after several proper thrusts. Once … Continue reading →