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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

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..

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

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

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..

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 trading ..

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 aggressive passivity.Or t..

a before thought

A Poem by Philip Gaber

I read someplace there are like four basic questions in life. Who am I? Do you believe in God? Do you love me? And where do we go? (after we die?) I'm..

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 by myself, away from the crowd, reading something by John Paul Sart..

the 50-minute hour

A Stage Play by Philip Gaber

Him: I'm very angry.Doc: You're angry?Him: Yes.Doc: Why do you think you're angry?Him: I don't know! You're the guy who went to school to learn why pe..