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i put up some brave fronts in those days

A Poem by Philip Gaber

I’d walk into a bar on Sunset Boulevardand look for the nearest w***e.What else was there to do?My self-esteem was lower than Kafka’s.I&rs..

final draft

A Poem by Philip Gaber

I With an eclipse in the sky, a bottle of Remy by his side, and a bowler on his head, The Follower, inert and enervate, pul..

benzedrink kept me awake, barbituates sent me to s..

A Poem by Philip Gaber

Funny how many poets there are out there.They actually consider themselves poets.They write about Comic-Con and Cherry-blossomsand goth love that goes..

there were no secrets kept that night

A Poem by Philip Gaber

It’s Christmas Eve. It’s raining. None of the presents are wrapped. We’re watching “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer.” Brit..

just part of this ether

A Poem by Philip Gaber

I was one of those wayward guys who drank bourbon, read pulp fiction, and smoked Chesterfield cigarettes.I’d walk into a bar and begin r..

the secret of her bloom

A Story by Philip Gaber

I auditioned for an off-off-Broadway production entitled "A Widow from Montclair," written by a sixty-four-year-old dentist, recently retired, w..

a matter of mathematics and common sense

A Poem by Philip Gaber

You left the party early. Again. Kept whispering in my ear, “I have this social anxiety disorder. I’m very uncomfortab..

his shivering life

A Poem by Philip Gaber

He thought back. To an earlier time. But the memory was fragmented. In pieces. Colliding with other memories. Just out of reach. Accessible ..

barfly tendencies

A Story by Philip Gaber

“Ever read a guy named Bukowski?” he said, stroking the scar on his thumb. “Charles Bukowski?” I said. ..

looking black upon me

A Poem by Philip Gaber

She smokes cigarettes whiledoing deep-breathing exercises.Drinks coffee in order toreach her target heart rate.Has a way of whispering withoutsounding..