Philip Gaber : Writing

i wanna absolutely destroy you

i wanna absolutely destroy you

A Story by Philip Gaber


Used to be a time when I would just sit at the typer and start typing. I didn’t worry about misspellings or grammar or writing something cringy ..
rapture & anhedonia

rapture & anhedonia

A Stage Play by Philip Gaber


[Evening. A porch. MARY sits musing on the moon. When she hears steps, she rises quickly. Enter WARREN, carrying groceries.]Mary: You're wearing leath..
Is it Rapture or Despair I Feel?

Is it Rapture or Despair I Feel?

A Poem by Philip Gaber


SomehowIgotfixed-upon a playdatewith a girl namedHeidi Krohner.The only thing Irememberabout Heidi Krohnerisone dayshecornered mein thecoatroomat scho..
our absence from life

our absence from life

A Story by Philip Gaber


I was in Penn Station waiting for the train to take me to New Haven… I was sitting alone, away from the crowd, reading something by John Paul S..
Adam & Eve

Adam & Eve

A Poem by Philip Gaber


The Garden of Eden is not necessarily the Garden of Hope.The Wisdom that had usually kept me sane, left me with grief and pain, and without you,my hea..
Punkenville Chronicles: A Journey of Misfit Memories

Punkenville Chronicles: A Journey of Misfit Memori..

A Story by Philip Gaber


I was born in a town called Punkenville on December 5, 1964. At the time it had a population of about 4,000. Today there are over 6,000 people l..
it sorta went a little something like this…

it sorta went a little something like this…

A Story by Philip Gaber


Hey God? Or whoever the f**k is out there. Sorry about the “f**k”. If those kinda words offend you. Maybe you’re cool with it, I dun..
hung over dialed

hung over dialed

A Story by Philip Gaber


It was 7:45 am. I hung over dialed. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but who can argue with my id? Amazingly, she picked up. ..
his indestructible human spirit

his indestructible human spirit

A Poem by Philip Gaber


He wanted to know what I did in my spare time. I told him I did a little writing here and there.“So you drink much or…?” he said.&l..
   It's Never Boring, Though I'm Not Sure It Has a Point

It's Never Boring, Though I'm Not Sure It Has a..

A Poem by Philip Gaber


On Tuesday, July 2, 1995, I was parked in a car at the top of a hill with a gun and a bottle of Xanex.I began thinking about all those broken pieces I..

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