Larry Berger Archive

There was Homer sitting in one of my lawn chairs looking ever-so-much like Rodin’s The Thinker. I was sitting in a favorite chair by the front window reading from my vast collection of fantasy novels, reflecting on the fantasy I was living in. I wondered if some of the novels weren’t esoteric histories, and then […]

I decided to go to D.C. and find one to interview. If you are not already reeling from the incredible unraveling of events this year, then come along with me to Washington, D.C. where I have ventured, to try to get some understanding of how this current political election is going to turn out. I […]

Ah, good, another rainy day. I think I’ll conjure up a few ideas and see if I can hypnotize any of you, my dear readers, with my smooth and soothing nonsense; we shall call if B’anon. (Not to be confused with that historic figure Steve Bannon, who at this writing was looking for a good […]

A wiry man with a scraggly beard wearing only a pair of ragged cut-off trousers climbed over a rocky ridge and pulled himself up onto a large flat rock and hunkered down, contemplating the city before him. He had lived in that city. He had grown up with ordinary parents in an ordinary house; gone […]

Homer showed up at the back door again on Saturday. I swung the door wide and let him in. I know it’s safe because he and his wife never go out and I’m the original hermit, so there is little chance that we’ve had contact with the virus. He sat at the kitchen table. “I’m […]

TWO PEOPLE I saw two people today, standing almost together and then, there was the sound and everyone looked up and spread out; I could see it in her eyes, she just wanted to be closer; I was a coward, I couldn’t do it. We stand looking at each other from so far away now; […]

I heard a knock at the back door. When I went to answer it, I found my neighbor, Homer, with a bruise on his forehead, and it looked like he had been crying. “What happened to you?” I asked. “I don’t want to tell you,” he replied. “Can I come in?” With no need for […]

It seems to me that energy is created by movement and friction. When I rub my hands together, they get warm. But where does the energy come from to rub my hands together? I think it’s the air going in and out of my mouth, through the tubes, into the big sacks; in all this […]

I remember a trip my wife, Sue and I took quite a few summers ago, back when we were both young and footloose and fancy-free. We had traveled to Chicago to visit my grandmother and then decided to head out to Seattle to see one of my wife’s cousins. The trip to Chicago had been […]

Stretching all the away around the world just below the Arctic Circle there is a large boreal forest. It’s been called the Amazon of the North, and the earth’s green crown. It is the largest intact old-growth forest on the planet. Canada alone contains one billion acres from Newfoundland to the Yukon Territory. Three billion […]