Philip Gaber : Writing

i got the rage in me every now and then

i got the rage in me every now and then

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Keep stealing from other writers, as all of ‘em do, but somehow when I steal it never turns out to be grand theft, just a simple misdemeanor; I ..
resolving this conflict in his mind and soul

resolving this conflict in his mind and soul

A Story by Philip Gaber


II can picture old Hank now sitting at the typer. Drinking from a bottle of cheap wine, Indian cigarette dangling from his thin lips, listening to Sho..
she jives by night

she jives by night

A Story by Philip Gaber


Girl: I love you, too…I think…Boy: How do you know?Girl: ‘Cuz I feel it…I recalled a distant lover who was a little in, a l..
the silence is the best

the silence is the best

A Story by Philip Gaber


 A man called Peabody calls up a radio talk show and tells the host he lives in a 23-room mansion, has three Rolls Royce’s, a ’69 C..
weighweight and inertia and all that mumbo jumbo

weighweight and inertia and all that mumbo jumbo

A Story by Philip Gaber


 My life has always been likean advanced geometry problem;a perfect balance of applied physics and my extreme human ability.Always figuring out..
essence

essence

A Story by Philip Gaber


There was a Disney movie on; something with Dean Jones or Kurt Russell or Fred MacMurray.I was on my second bottle of wine.I was painting.Didn’t..
a persistent illusion

a persistent illusion

A Story by Philip Gaber


-Ohh lemme tell you, I ran into Ronny Halberstan. Remember Ronny?- Noo.- Guy who put up some of the seed money for my club…- Okay?- Guy is stru..
private paradise starting to fall apart

private paradise starting to fall apart

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I shuffled the streets,searching for sustenance,pleading for redemption,petitioning the worldfor some compassion,a small heroic gestureof tenderness;a..
 more prophetic than any of us can imagine   

more prophetic than any of us can imagine ӌ..

A Stage Play by Philip Gaber


Michael: You there?Gracie: Yep.Michael: So how are you?Gracie: Uhmm… I don’t know.Michael: What’s going on?Gracie: Can you hold on ..
a man running in orange county

a man running in orange county

A Story by Philip Gaber


1.I got up and got dressed. Drank some coffee. Lit a cigarette. Walked to the bus stop.Boarded the crosstown bus.Sat next to an old woman who smelled ..