Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Doug is missing. Doug wrote everything is alive. Doug exists as the purple organ throbbing eternally pulsing out, producing a life-giving thrum and exuding out for all something that lets us know that we are there and we will be, … Continue reading →

Back in the day when we talked like we were talking and I offered you things like I meant them because I really really did I promised you a different life in my two-bedroom apartment in the South Bronx with … Continue reading →

I don’t think your rapprochement is going to work out the way you had hoped. You promoted your act at the funeral joking and laughing through the whole showing. You were not trying to keep a brave face – you … Continue reading →

One of the people who was a model for my baldness was Kamau whom I have not seen in decades. At one point he was living with his uncle and I called. “Is Kamau there?” “No,” the guy said, and … Continue reading →

I went to an ice cream place the other day. It’s one I’d been avoiding. I’d been avoiding it, I decided, for a pretty stupid reason, so I figured I’d give them a shot. I didn’t like that it promoted … Continue reading →

No need to stand in the ceremony. This poem is about anything, really. Just stay for a minute and it will fly on any topic that might pass it by. This might seem slow now, but soon it’ll take. We’ll … Continue reading →

Really, it was never meant to happen – and by that I mean it really never could have happened because anyone who had ever seen Jon Berger in action knows full well that he is a slop pig waiting to … Continue reading →

In the lighter timeline where opacity was up by three percent and I had not accessed Divergent #50304R.43V5, subsequently getting lost in a present I had never opened, I was unaware that crime pays so amazingly well. It’s possible that … Continue reading →

It’s not that he said we should never talk about it but we never talked about it. I don’t think I ever caught scent of it in any of his later work – he stopped sending me stuff soon afterward. … Continue reading →

Oh, damn. I was just about to have the feeling that’s like the opposite of deja vu, where you anticipate a future you know you’ll never have – but then the feeling never happened. I wonder if it’ll actually materialize?