Philip Gaber : Writing

wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I never get the girl I like.I always get the gangly, angry girlwith guileless eyes and stringy hairwho has a tendency toward passivity.Or the gaunt, h..
he had a few things to sort out

he had a few things to sort out

A Poem by Philip Gaber


II moved to L.A., played drums in a band, and met Itzhak Grossman, who said he discovered The Doors.“Morrison was a drunk,” he said. &ldqu..
a chronological, complicated story

a chronological, complicated story

A Story by Philip Gaber


One morning, Jennyand I were lounging around (I think it was a Saturday because Bugs Bunny cartoons were on). She started talking all seriousand stuff..
my bohemian life in brooklyn

my bohemian life in brooklyn

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Penniless theater major chain-smokes cigarillosand extinguishes them in a can of Red Bull, tightens her arms around her torso, making sure too much of..
among the everywoman

among the everywoman

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Maybe I was trying tofigure you outand ravageyour body the waytime has ravaged it.Or maybe I was just attempting tomake conversation with your lipsand..
just another easy-to-believe tragicomedy

just another easy-to-believe tragicomedy

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Think it was 1990…Funny how you can’t remember dates when you’ve been alone for so long.Seems like somebody was always pulling a gu..
the most genius solutions

the most genius solutions

A Story by Philip Gaber


 IJon Jon’s wearing black shades to hidehis bloodshot eyes; he’s been smoking a lot of potlately and doesn’t have any eye dro..
the fabled, the forgotten

the fabled, the forgotten

A Story by Philip Gaber


I was up on stage playing my guitar,singing songs about the thrill ofsomething totally new. The crowds were small,but not wholly unappreciative. Many ..