Philip Gaber : Writing

it's about removing the layers

it's about removing the layers

A Story by Philip Gaber


 I did a few things differently this last Thanksgiving. First of all, I shaved. I also put the store-bought chocolate pecan pie into a glass pi..
it doesn’t get any easier, even if you keep a straight face

it doesn’t get any easier, even if you keep a st..

A Poem by Philip Gaber


The Wrong Rev wore a Dacron shirt,and began the eulogy by kissing astatue of the Buddha.“Brothers and sisters,” he said.“The lonely,..
vitamins for shaky fingers 

vitamins for shaky fingers 

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I wrote carelessly, forgetting all I’d learned from “Elements of Style.”Penned a short story about thugs that were drunk on luck and..
days of yawm

days of yawm

A Story by Philip Gaber


My old man had dragged me to Yom Kippur services.Which was cool because I got to take the day off from school."The self-appointed big-mouth of the syn..
the subtleties have yet to flesh themselves out

the subtleties have yet to flesh themselves out

A Story by Philip Gaber


Jonny came marching home from Iraq, armed with a bottle of Chivas Regal and a gun, the same day Sally was released from rehab.When Jonny arrived at Sa..
a dream’s gotta say something or it’s not worth the trouble

a dream’s gotta say something or it’s ..

A Story by Philip Gaber


I went to a shrink. He told me I was half crazy. I asked him for a prescription. He thought about it and gave me one.But when I reached the pharmacy, ..
all serious-minded combat fears

all serious-minded combat fears

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Chapter II Have Issues I Need to AddressThe rudderless, misanthropic, persecuted, stoned-drunk Jew opens the moral door of a Christian Universe where ..
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 drops."It's a fine line betwe..
just another easy-to-believe tragicomedy

just another easy-to-believe tragicomedy

A Story 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 gun on me..
this bewailing cry

this bewailing cry

A Story by Philip Gaber


Phone rings; somebody on the other end wants to know when I’m coming to visit them…I’m so distracted, I mutter, “I haven&rsqu..