The Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery created by writers from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
My name’s Wardle Stuebner, and I once shared a stagecoach with the meanest schoolmarm you ever saw. She sure didn't look like trouble at first, I mean she worn,t one of them neat bonnets that tied in front, hands folded all polite …
By Dave Painter
Read MoreBell in the church tower chimes
Approximately five times
Howling winds
Bring someone strange…
By Dee Allen.
Read MoreWatching the series Nashville I heard …
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I was living in a world that was full of question marks.
I was trying to find the stars to chase away the dark.
I’ve been beside myself …
By Ronn Van Etten
Read MoreIf my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead …
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreIt can be difficult in this mile-a-minute …
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At the intersection of reality and nightmares, a broken soul shivers and weeps. Torn and shattered by relentless waves in waters of sin…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreA personal memory of how a single incident can change life’s trajectory.
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Many years ago, I stopped into Roederer’s Tavern in Burlington, Iowa, for a quick Pabst. To my surprise, sitting there at the bar was the former Burlington Junior College basketball coach Ed Sparling. Back in the late 1960s…
By Don Gardiner
Read MoreI could stare myself in the mirror.
the maggots residing in my body
dine on my organs for …
By Secre
Read MorePaulie writes a biographical …
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A few days passed from the time Rip formally rested in peace underneath Paulie’s, teenage designed linen covers, allowing the boy to reflect upon …
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreI’m truly sorry you had to find my remains as such, but I felt that taking my own life was the only way out of my gnawing madness—a madness I can neither contain nor accept; a madness that has stalked me since birth and was strained to…
By CraigE
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