Philip Gaber : Writing

thorn in the lover

thorn in the lover

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I woke up this morningandthought about what you said the otherday; how you hoped I wouldn’t turn out to be like all those other guys.Like Regina..
 this fully human existential predicament

this fully human existential predicament

A Story by Philip Gaber


 Angus Chitty took an old Underwood typewriter to Washington Square Park, sat down on a mountain cliff, and began typing: The focus had shifted..
so many quiet spots in our lives

so many quiet spots in our lives

A Poem by Philip Gaber


You told me you grew up in a foster home.Fantasized about being adopted by thatanguished young couple you saw in yourbedroom window on that chill New ..
9/11

9/11

A Poem by Philip Gaber


A flag was raisedand the pope puthis hand to hisforehead.An oldman cried into abouquet of flowersand candles stayedlit on a sidewalk.A young woman kep..
 that well hung-over look

that well hung-over look

A Poem by Philip Gaber


My prose was flaccid, a little crass, lacked clarityand structure.My characters were about as developed as a third-world country, and my analogies wer..
woke up without a hangover

woke up without a hangover

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I shower, shave, shovel some eggs down my throat, and worry about losing my job because my manager thinks I’m “unconventional and withdraw..
you can use vitamins to help a woman through those things

you can use vitamins to help a woman through those..

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She wore a white Sapphire ring. Chain-smoked Menthols. Always blew smoke rings. She’d sit at her desk, mumbling, “Wonder how much I should..
jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Wherever he went he drew brazen stares.Rebellious, uninhibited character.Never wanted more than a conquest,never told a girl he wanted to have a relat..
anthem of a poignant reality

anthem of a poignant reality

A Poem by Philip Gaber


There are days when all those secrets and issues come back to me like an extended, slow, acid flashback.There was something boldly experimental and od..
the artistic process is shady and subtle

the artistic process is shady and subtle

A Story by Philip Gaber


I’d be off to the nearest bar drinking something the bartender had perfected in a test tube in the backroom, where he mainly saw inside tradinga..