Philip Gaber : Writing

you can use vitamins to help a woman through those things

you can use vitamins to help a woman through those..

A Story by Philip Gaber


She wore a white Sapphire ring. Chain-smoked Menthols. Always blew smoke rings. She’d sit at her desk, mumbling to herself, "Wonder how much..
where nothing else was growing

where nothing else was growing

A Story by Philip Gaber


It was 1978.They all wanted to knowwhy I sat around drawing picturesof aliensandspaceshipsandreadingR. Crumb comics instead of studyingor making frien..
wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I never get the girl I like.I always get the gangly, angry girlwith guileless eyesandstringy hairwho tends toward passivity.Or the gaunt, hyper girlwi..
he had a few things to sort out

he had a few things to sort out

A Story by Philip Gaber


II moved to L.A., played drums in a band, and met a man named Itzhak Grossman, who said he discovered The Doors."Morrison was a drunk," he said. "Had ..
the state of

the state of

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Godhead got a migraine.Godfeet got corns.Godhands got arthritis.Godnose got a bleed.Godear got tinnitus.Godeyes got cataracts.Godchest got implants.Go..
some residue of character

some residue of character

A Story by Philip Gaber


Anthony’s standing outside the Employment Security Commission joblink smoking a cigar, drinking Aquafina. He’s smiling this morning. Got a..
Reborn

Reborn

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She said,"Not that I’m hatin on youbut you’re thinkin my job is toplacate you and I’m thinkinmy job is to vacate you.I’ve seen..
woke up without a hangover

woke up without a hangover

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I shower, shave, shovel a couple eggs down my throat,worry about losing my job because my manager thinks I’m"unconventional and withdrawn," and ..
jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Wherever he went he drew brazen stares.Rebellious, uninhibited character.Never wanted more than a conquest,never told a girl he wanted to have a relat..
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 world for some compassion, a small heroic ge..