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harnessing the disenchantment

A Story by Philip Gaber

Sitting on the edge of my bed at three o’clock in the morning, rubbing my face anxiously, smoking a cigarette, thinking about that conversation ..

the tireless, fearsome linguist

A Poem by Philip Gaber

"You can write about me," she said. "As long as you call her Myra and she's a closeted him." “After Myra Breckinridge?" I said. "No, after Tori ..

i feel like i can’t remember how i feel

A Story by Philip Gaber

So now that I’ve finally found my voice, I can begin to write that Marginal American Novel.I think its major theme will be The Search for Person..

days of yawn

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 t..

the country we inhabited

A Story by Philip Gaber

My father took me fishing the day after I barely graduated from high school.I didn’t really like to fish, but I had nothing else to do, so I fig..

preferring form to truth

A Poem by Philip Gaber

My x-girl, with her hair getting twenty hoursof unstoppable volume and her face gettingthe deepest-feeling clean available, just gother PhD from Berke..

a rare tolerance to the future

A Poem by Philip Gaber

It was a choice between “Birth of the Cool” and “A Love Supreme.”Nobody could make a decision.They were all too busy complaini..

Keeping My Vigil

A Story by Philip Gaber

Let me get something settled cause you’re gonna hear all kinds of stories about me. Yes, I am a fallen man. I was tempte..

Something Distinct And Challenging, All On Its Own

A Story by Philip Gaber

So now they’re all holding rallies, thinking they’re going to be the ones to set this country on fire again. But who’s kid..

no help in truth

A Story by Philip Gaber

My mom calls me.“How are you?” she says.“Fine,” I say.“Are you meeting anyone?”“I meet people everywhere I g..