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.
I turned to find mother crying. I did not understand why. But I always kept the incident in my heart, together with the storyline of the movie we were watching that…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreGay in the 1960’s
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Hercheval stood on Lac Pointu
Named Pointed Lake due to its needle point to the north shore of the lake
He loved to fish here only on Wednesday …
By Barefoot Cajun
Read MoreMy weakness was that I couldn’t be discreet. Which was why when I fell in love with the cook, the affair was like an open secret. Was it love? I couldn’t tell what label to put on a mixture of lust, loneliness and …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreAn appointment with a ‘pain…
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There once was a guy from St. Loo,
Who had not one ego but two.
He could feel light as a…
By CraigE
Read More…sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreA Creative Writing Assignment…
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Disturbing dark clouds marched through the blue skies, and Momma frustrated seemed distracted when the shady conditions invaded her …
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreFrom the moment the cup is handed to one of them, they all know that the recipient is going to be the hitsong maker of that…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MorePoppa tends to sprouting issues
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Winter retreated, prepared to exercise departure plans ending its short seasonal residency, as Poppa rested peacefully …
By Marc OBrien
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