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.
Story told by Irish Fisherman
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…week and decided to visit Ireland and enjoy the quaint ambience of small fishing towns dotting the coast. My first introduction was Kinsale in County Cork, a fishing village with the…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreStory told first hand…
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…I've never seen a bear in the wild." Two Pair said sitting next to me at the poker…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…for only a short while. I had it right in my hands. I’m still not sure if it escaped my grasp or if I intentionally let it go. I'll tell you this though, if there's a chance in hell to just touch it for a brief moment once again, I’d consider myself a lucky man. I bet there’s plenty more sorry bastards…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…light candles throughout my Studio apartment not so much as to create a romantic or Gothic ambience, but instead to be able to navigate around my four hundred square foot living space with a small amount of light. Evidently, it seems my…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreA day in the life of a homeless…
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…empty railroad yards, abandoned buildings, park benches and at times local jails. My only companion is my reflection in storefront windows when I pass. Occasionally it surprises me showing…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…was an unusually cold night for Las Vegas, it was freezing. I was told it was forty-three degrees but I questioned the source of the information. It felt much colder than what the inebriated meteorologist told me. I'm sure it was a guess, not a fact. He staggered off…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreTreasures we find.
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…at the ground while I walked around a vacant lot in the Inner City without purpose, I discovered under leaves and grass clippings an incredible amount of cigarette butts, beer cans, broken bottles and…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreConversation with alter ego reflection in mirror
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…don't even know who I am. How the hell should I know who you are? What's going on here? Are you hollering at me from inside the…
By Judge Burdon
Read MoreA night of poor decisions unnecessary risks and love
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…had just scored eighty bucks in crack from the black dudes in the Sugar Hill neighborhood. The car I'm driving burns oil and produces a trail of gray smoke still visible at night. Adding to the car's unique characteristics, the license plates are stolen from an abandoned car in South…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreThe search for an honest man
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…searches for clues in the moist darkness of early morning, the mist feels its way through empty alleys and vacant lots, cautious footsteps crackle from the gravel pathway lined with broken glass and dry leaves, evidence the Autumn Equinox has smothered the last breath of…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
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