Philip Gaber : Writing

preferring form to truth

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 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

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

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

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..
as vaguea as he is flawed

as vaguea as he is flawed

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Failed poet said,“I stopped taking my meds because I didn’t like the way they made me feel. I walked around like a zombie, totally numb. W..
a world of paperboys

a world of paperboys

A Poem by Philip Gaber


The paperboy,who’s late as usual,scans the headlines.Even though his routesize has grown,not everybody subscribes.By the time he finishesdeliver..
pawning her dignity

pawning her dignity

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She lived in an attic apartment above a dry cleaner in the red light district of a city whose inhabitants walked around muttering to themselves and pu..
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.And when Jonny arrived o..
that pale no hoper

that pale no hoper

A Story by Philip Gaber


From L.A. I ventured east to NYC where I worked part-time in a photographic lab, enrolled at the School of Visual Arts, majored in didn’t apply ..