Philip Gaber : Writing

how can I possibly put the last two years of my life with you into words?

how can I possibly put the last two years of my li..

A Story by Philip Gaber


It was back a few years. 1992, 1994, somewhere around there.I’d suddenly become haggard, emotionally worn, and disillusioned virtually overnight..
thrift shop princesses

thrift shop princesses

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Zoë Fluck and Chloe Zuck were always partying sober, tanning in the summer but never getting their makeup to look good. When Zo&eu..
a sort of separation

a sort of separation

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I find myself being less and less engaged in conversations. People will tell me all about their trips to Italy,their friends who call them at twoin th..
in the beginning

in the beginning

A Story by Philip Gaber


I began to think about the beginning. The birth. The facts. Born in Winsted, Connecticut, on Saturday, December 5, 1964 ..
deep dark high dive

deep dark high dive

A Story by Philip Gaber


“...because of a deeper grief which is peculiar to childhood and not easy to convey: a sense of desolate loneliness and helplessness, of being..
a very chilled-out experience

a very chilled-out experience

A Poem by Philip Gaber


The room was filled with tattoos, dreds, torn clothing, and stiletto boots.Lotta confusion.Lotta tectonic plate shifting going on.A California Kid mum..
to leave the consideration of the self behind

to leave the consideration of the self behind

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She was into Goth and bloodplay,walked around in black T-shirtsthat said “Wholesale S**t,”admitted to having a jones forthe Osmonds,never ..
the requiem of this man's spirit

the requiem of this man's spirit

A Poem by Philip Gaber


At night I hear the taunting, haunting voices shouting in my sleep. I am atrophying, paralyzed. I think of the inquiring Hamlet, t..
adolescence: below 32°F

adolescence: below 32°F

A Poem by Philip Gaber


A friend of Ernest Hemingway said he was frozen in adolescence. Hemingway retorted, "Perhaps adolescence is not such a bad place to be frozen." Speak..
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..