Philip Gaber : Writing

her sacred atonal life

her sacred atonal life

A Story by Philip Gaber


 Mayzie was on stage at a slam competition reading from Isaiah 47."’And thou saidist, I shall be a lady for ever: so that thou dist not l..
fundamental human principles

fundamental human principles

A Story by Philip Gaber


Last weekend I went to one of those open mike nights where you get up and read your poetry in front of a bunch of espresso drinkers.I read a piece abo..
wait like kafka

wait like kafka

A Story by Philip Gaber


I go to the movies on an empty stomachandon the way back, stop off at Dunkin Donuts, inhale a half dozen doughnuts, then pull into a dingy little bar ..
essence

essence

A Poem 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..
she’s very tolerant of her behavioral problems

she’s very tolerant of her behavioral problems

A Poem by Philip Gaber


This poem is not about you,so relax.It’s about some other exceptionally nakednymphette who touched me in that nervearea like a Japanese Samurai,..
it was a rare moment when i had almost everything i wanted

it was a rare moment when i had almost everything ..

A Story by Philip Gaber


Just red the motherfuckin' thing.
the secret of her bloom

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-olddentist, recently retired, who was ..
the hardest victory

the hardest victory

A Story by Philip Gaber


The aged actor accepted his lifetime achievement award."When you use that word ‘Legendary’," he said. "It usually refers to somebody who i..
you just can’t keep track of the turns in the road

you just can’t keep track of the turns in the ro..

A Story by Philip Gaber


The man with the beard down to his heart roams the hallways of Pine Meadow Elementary School as an Indian leg wrestling tournament takes place in the ..
thorn in the lover

thorn in the lover

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I woke up this morningandthought about what you said the otherday; how you hoped I wouldn’t turn out to be like all those other guys.Like Regina..