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.
… stepped through the double-doors and into the social club. He was puzzled for a moment by the darkness inside. He had arranged to play a few frames of pool with his brother in law and was due to…
By Chris Platt
Read More… vacant street one late evening
The shops were locked, the arcane breeze whiffed
Through, as though waiting for my advent. Silence,
Shadowed by the echoes…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read More…n debt Iowa farmer Joe Ferguson loved his firearms—had a custom made oak cabinet full of the pampered killers of various calibers and an arsenal of ammunition…
By: CraigE
Read More…not see what she sees.
I am an ugly skinned man,
half-full of angry rage.
I hid my physical being…
By Andrew Scott
Read MoreFocus on individual...
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...a rough game for rough boys. It reduces the historic struggle for wealth and power to simple clarity: Climb to the top of the hill: Knock down the reigning...
By K. L. Shipley
Read More...the constant move. It never stops because your heart is broken. A heart and a clock may be ticking together. But the clock never stops to turn back and see why the heart stopped ...
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More...they don’t even rhyme;
the latter shakes rafters, the first is a crime.
By adding one letter, in essence, the “s”
changes joy, fun, and frolic...
By Ken Gosse
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