Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

My car don’t know where it wants to go. It would like to cop a stop, just take a rest, end its driving efforts lest it lose the fuel that makes it run. I seek car-placement completion. I can’t find … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking about these two elders for a while now, two figures who I consider mentors neither of whom ever volunteering for the role but both having provided me inadvertent insight as to how to be an artist through … Continue reading →

There’s a poet I discovered years ago independent of my old East Village existence and then, later, I discovered he was connected with some of my AntiFolk brethren. I don’t know if he was actually part of the scene, but … Continue reading →

When we said we were driving down to DC together I understood we would both share the driving responsibilities. That meant – in my mind – that after one of us drove the other of us would. So imagine my … Continue reading →

My history with food is such that too many people will say, “We have this leftover steak here. Jon! Come over and eat this leftover steak!” And I like free food and I hate things going to waste and I … Continue reading →

Alone I’ve walked this island for many decades now and in that time a thing or two there is that I know how to accomplish or to generate, but one I cannot tame. Perhaps I could have once, but love … Continue reading →

There have been other stories about this creature (I just did a web search with conflicting information) but I deep dived into the subject and found out that the Truth Fairy comes to you every time you lose a youthful … Continue reading →

Another attempt at building my future canon of works before my brain begins to atrophy. Here’s a poem for 2034, written on spec today! When the otters took over, back in the day we said, “how could you treat us … Continue reading →

Just in case I find myself not as creative in five years’ time, let me try my hand at future poetry, to help plump my canon. If I am fully functioning in five years, great! Disregard. If not, we’ll just … Continue reading →

Reviewing my past writings, I see that three years ago, in one of my last spurts before I stopped writing poetry prior to the pandemic I played the prophet, claiming it would get better and that creativity would come again … Continue reading →