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.
Life on the streets
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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 MoreStory 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 MoreWitnessed the plane crash of music legend
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…and I was an awkward fourteen years old. The Old Man and I had just spent the weekend at the cottage in Adams County Wisconsin winterizing the place. All water lines were thoroughly drained and blown out to eliminate any water they might…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreThe quest of an addict…
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…the needle broke off in my arm again. It's these cheap Insulin syringes the Nuns hand out by the park. They don't last more than two or three times then they're useless. You can't even sharpen the point on a matchbook without the flimsy needle breaking…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…make small talk on the ride to her house. She mentions that she grew up in West Texas near Amarillo and went to the University of Texas in Austin. Met her now ex-husband there and was married for close to twenty some years. Raised two children…
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
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