Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The big white sun had a blazing beat and a rhythm that could not be comprehended by those on the road beneath it. The heat that sizzled from the white sun was penetrative but insignificant. It got to you, but … Continue reading →

When my dad still lived in the same house as us he came home one time drunk as a skunk with no bunk bed (which, as you can imagine, is pretty funking drunk), his hand bloody from some mishap with … Continue reading →

The morning sun left responsibilities for a lazy boy simply seeking to flee all the things he knew that had to be done so he ducked and he covered and he ditched and he run to the bottom of the … Continue reading →

The miles race beneath me and my eyes flutter faster than the wheels speed. Is that a mixed metaphor? I’d be able to ponder that better if my concentration weren’t completely focused on staying awake. If I make it to … Continue reading →

The road lies before me and I am not prepared. My feet are not hardened my heart is not set. My maps are not marked and my friends have not been notified. Nothing is in place for my trip ahead. … Continue reading →

I wonder if the next time I see you it’ll be like the last time I saw you. When we last spoke it was like all of our other conversations had been perfectly pleasant and polite with no heat or … Continue reading →

I am finding that televisions adjacent to my life will not remain off. I no longer watch terrestrial television which is not a rare statement today but I have found in the last few days that outside of my home, … Continue reading →

When Simon spoke of "the Mississippi Delta… shining like a National guitar.” I thought, "of course the national guitar of America would be shiny. It represents all of us. In its official capacity, wouldn’t it want to look its best?" … Continue reading →

Death comes for everything except ideas unless ideas are dependent on specific kinds of living creatures to think them. If only humans can imagine justice, say, or more likely, the inequitable distribution of resources, then with the death of the … Continue reading →

My mother was impressed that I could calculate my half-birthday on the fly with such ease as if, after calculating it the first time maybe thirty five years ago it wouldn’t prove to be muscle memory to remember my half-birthday … Continue reading →