Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

And it happened in a land across the ice, beyond the sand: a summoning! With the powers at command a creature’s use was thus demanded for a purpose. And so it was that the palace got really shiny floors. From … Continue reading →

Winningly, maybe with a little wink on the inside, she says, “When are you gonna write a poem about me?” “Oof,” I say, “If you knew how many poems I’ve written about you…” “You’ve written about me?” She laughs, hitting … Continue reading →

I like myself. I do! I’ve got self-esteem issues, but I think I’m a smart, funny, caring personality, I’m engaging, and if I’m interested in talking to you we can have a lot of fun. I’ve come into myself over … Continue reading →

Back in the days when there were offices and people had jobs and I was a people I would go to the bathroom palming a paperback and sit on the toilet for up to an hour, reading. This was back … Continue reading →

The head is a separate unit today. Not the thought center – just the head, the big pulsing thing that the ears carry around. It’s been hurting lately, probably because sleep hasn’t been working out right. Maybe because of these … Continue reading →

Everybody knows more than me. It’s a thing I just learned, you see. I thought I knew a lot, I now disagree because everybody knows more than me. I was out tonight at a talk. The talker talked a lot; … Continue reading →

Her head on my shoulder as we were about to start the movie, she said, “Let me know when I can look at your screen. I don’t want to see any compromising information.” I said, “To you, I’m an open … Continue reading →

I would never admit it, but you captured me so easily. In the night under your moon, I was far too soon yours. I was perfectly placed for a pick-up and you found me like you weren’t even looking. Maybe … Continue reading →

She said she was Frances, like the countries. “Like… the countries?” “Like the countries. Like France – but a bunch of them.” “Oh,” I said, as if I understood, “Nice to meet you.” It was. She played her sad songs, … Continue reading →

I’m not as sarcastic as I seem. I am, in fact, very sarcastic but you will look at me on occasion and say “You don’t have to be sarcastic!” and I will look at you aghast and say, “I wasn’t … Continue reading →