Philip Gaber : Writing

teach me your ways

teach me your ways

A Story by Philip Gaber


I was alone,unemployed,living on assistance from the United Way,riding mass transit to job fairs,eating ramen noodle soup and Kraft mac and ch..
it never hurts to self promote

it never hurts to self promote

A Story by Philip Gaber


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diffusion of responsibility

diffusion of responsibility

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Undigested thoughts,malignant ideas andlicking the frosting off a dream.Dressing up as Bozo,sitting under thePawpaw tree,wondering if thecataclysmic k..
'nuff said.

'nuff said.

A Poem by Philip Gaber


My friends keep asking me after they read something I've written, "Don't you have anything longer?"I ask them what they mean by longer?They scratch th..
to plunder and misrepresent

to plunder and misrepresent

A Story by Philip Gaber


I hadn’t worked in, like, a year. I was living on unemployment. I’d get calls from friends and family members. “Fou..
my bohemian life in brooklyn

my bohemian life in brooklyn

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Penniless theater major chain-smokes cigarillos and extinguishes them in a can of Red Bull, tightens her arms around her torso, making sure too much..
the subtleties have yet to flesh themselves out

the subtleties have yet to flesh themselves out

A Story by Philip Gaber


Jhonny came marching home from Iraq, armed with a bottle of Chivas Regal and a gun, the same day Sally was released from rehab.And when Jhonny arrived..
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..
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..
such a fine line between homage and plagiarism

such a fine line between homage and plagiarism

A Poem by Philip Gaber


They say writers areshameless sons-of-b*****s,filled with hubris.Or maybe it was justNorman Mailer, who used to say that.I dunno.Anyway, I got a littl..