Philip Gaber : Writing

any spectrum of women in today's society

any spectrum of women in today's society

A Poem by Philip Gaber


My point is this.That I had something to say,but only a little.I was relying too much on my thesaurus.Reading too many Cliff notes.The women in my lif..
quicksilver goddess

quicksilver goddess

A Poem by Philip Gaber


History’s most misunderstood womansmiles softly in the shadowsof a silent Sunday,chafed from being arefugee from responsibility.She’s afra..
trying to laugh at myself without making the audience feel uncomfortable

trying to laugh at myself without making the audie..

A Story by Philip Gaber


I looked out the window and saw the moon rising behind the Observatoryand thought maybe this time I had a chance. I could rise above mycircumstances, ..
day of reckoning

day of reckoning

A Poem by Philip Gaber


You’re always on the hot seatwhenever you’re not doingwhat the rest of the world is doing.It’s never easy.Fear and anxiety are alway..
on this very troubled afternoon

on this very troubled afternoon

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Between summer’s mist and winter’s rain,the faceless, voiceless mournersrecede into yesterday’s succor,engulfed in the waves which s..
you can use vitamins to help a woman through those things

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

A Poem by Philip Gaber


She wore a white Sapphire ring. Chain-smoked Menthols. Always blew smoke rings. She’d sit at her desk, mumbling, “Wonder how much I should..
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 Itzhak Grossman, who said he discovered The Doors.“Morrison was a drunk,” he said. &ldqu..
vitamins for shaky fingers 

vitamins for shaky fingers 

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I was writing carelessly, forgetting all I’d learned from “Elements of Style.” Wrote a short story about thugs that..
her DNA has style

her DNA has style

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Bijou’s mascara runs into her worry lines, making her look even more worried.She has beautiful almond-shaped eyes, very pretty feline fe..
for some of us, we had to fight our way out of a hole To see some sort of daylight

for some of us, we had to fight our way out of a h..

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I recall 1977.I wore Buster Brown shoes and was expelled for throwing snowballs at a school bus.I was called into the principal’s office so many..