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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-old dentist, recently retired, w..

a matter of mathematics and common sense

A Poem by Philip Gaber

You left the party early. Again. Kept whispering in my ear, “I have this social anxiety disorder. I’m very uncomfortab..

his shivering life

A Poem by Philip Gaber

He thought back. To an earlier time. But the memory was fragmented. In pieces. Colliding with other memories. Just out of reach. Accessible ..

barfly tendencies

A Story by Philip Gaber

“Ever read a guy named Bukowski?” he said, stroking the scar on his thumb. “Charles Bukowski?” I said. ..

looking black upon me

A Poem by Philip Gaber

She smokes cigarettes whiledoing deep-breathing exercises.Drinks coffee in order toreach her target heart rate.Has a way of whispering withoutsounding..

a construct, a fallacy, a lie

A Poem by Philip Gaber

Do you believe life is eternal? Do you believe Mother Goose went through menopause? Do you realize how expensive lobsters are? ..

her own private rapture

A Poem by Philip Gaber

She’d be sitting alone, smoking a cigarette or drinking a glass of red wine in some sparsely-populated bar somewhere uptown,..

a spiritual sort

A Story by Philip Gaber

It was one of those parties where the guests were under-dressed, smoking strawberry-flavored cigarettes, drinking either Cosmopolitans or Long Island ..

the bright coming morn

A Story by Philip Gaber

The other day, I met a tramp in a sober suit.He was drunk.And complaining that the sun was in his eyes."Don't mind the sun," he said, "Except when it'..

the tension, the existance

A Poem by Philip Gaber

I wake up at four in the morning sweating all over the sheets, teary-eyed, nauseous, burning sensation in my chest.The only sounds were the leak in th..