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.
…know what it is, mama, the deliverance. My deliverance from all the pain buried in my body over these years, the weight of guilt, the strain of grief, the ache from loss, the regret of all the material things lost. It is me, mama, I am…
By Sloane Angelou
Read More…has god asked me to do
that I have not first misunderstood
as a command to fall down and…
By Sloane Angelou
Read More…buried my mother, the first
they did not let me see the body, the other
I had two mothers
I have two…
By Sloane Angelou
Read MoreDavid was a dear friend who passed away suddenly…
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…thought of you today and felt uneasy for the third time. This is unusual because every memory I have of you is…
By Sloane Angelou
Read More…was my first martyr
her sacrifice was marrying my father
when she should have married…
By Sloane Angelou
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