“Well,” he says. “That’s kinda hard. I kept track of time differently as a child. I do remember being 4 or 5, going to Grandmother’s church. I was excited. I’d heard that preachers spoke with God and shared 他’s wisdom with their congregation. But, when we got there I was told that children go to Sunday School. I refused. I wanted to hear what God had to say, not play with children. I’m sure I embarrassed the Hell out of Grandmother by standing my ground. All I remember, however, is sitting in the back of our truck, talking to God or an imaginary friend, or maybe just the voices in my head, until church was over.”
“Define mistake. If it means something I would do differently, if given the opportunity-I don’t have one. About five years ago, in a hurry, I tossed a felled tree trunk and blew out my back. It’s never been the same. Until recently, I longed to have those few seconds back so I could choose a different path, but I realize that if my back was 100% I’d never have stopped to write Hope’s End.
If there is one thing that I am actually good at, it’s death. I understand 他. All things are meant to come to an end, no one and nothing live forever. We humans spend way too much time trying to make the perishable last forever. I categorize mistake, alongside death and change beneath the entry titled Things to Embrace. There really is no other choice. Resistance, in this case, is futile- thank God: ) Who wants to live in amber forever…”
N.E.Bertolero grew up bending and breaking the rules, searching for meaningful boundaries. He’s written a poetry book, a children’s book and most recently a novella or novel (if photographs really are worth 1,000 words). He created the game, NME, at the turn of the century, but likes to call it America’s Chess. N.E.Bertolero teaches NME as an after school program to elementary aged children who are often seen skipping recess to engage each other within his, exponentially difficult, 3 player, chess-like game.
He works to pay the bills, breathes to keep alive, and writes to stay sane.
“Sometimes I feel like the wolverine. From the movie Logan,” he says, smiling. “The way I figure it, I got, maybe, one fight left in me…”