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.
…the context of African cultures. As Khira, impose a western approach of solving a matter amicably in a Tswana…
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…referred to as kgotla in Tswana, was a place of final word. Where the chief and his councilmen solved the village matters — trivial matters as to whose son, stole whose livestock and unjustly at the whims of esoteric beliefs, which witch was caught naked on whose backyard, and on fairer occasions, to pray for rain…
By Tshepo S. Molebatsi
Read MoreTrue story…
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…it was lovely to see you after all this time,” Mother said as she air-kissed a woman I had never seen before as though they were long-lost besties. They clutched hands, swung them back and forth like kindergarteners, grinning to each other madly; their renewed friendship would…
By Kathy Weyer
Read MoreBecause every writer knows how this feels.
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…dare you presume I have any interest in letting you win. You think you’re all that with your smug openness and your daunting empty space, well, I have news for you. I find the very fact that you exist insulting.
Yes, insulting. You are downright despicable, and pompous, not to mention infuriating and frustrating and all the things I’ve come to loathe about…
By Rachael Maltbie
Read MoreIt is a piece of satire
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1. Declarative Sentences
…cat carries an unknown blue rag around in her mouth and throws it into a bowl of fresh milk. She likes taking and flaunting objects on walks around the house and yard. She eats her food by taking it out of the bowl with her paw, and putting it either on my unimpressed foot or on the innocent carpet. The good thing perhaps is that she gifts me…
By Ndaba Sibanda
Read MoreAn area in my life that gave me immense pleasure and gave me an opportunity for innocent childhood dreams.
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…was born in Mount Lavinia by the sea into the salt wind, sea sounds and rumbling steam engines. My father was an Advocate who made his family nest at Beach Road in a house procured for a princely rent of Forty rupees per month in 1938. Born a weak child with a bleak physical future the weather fortunes of the oceans and monsoonal rains and winds took its toll by way of constant illness, added by chronic Tonsillitis. This however built…
By Sunil Wanigatunga
…my dog, Chevy, is old, I mean he is ancient. Old like that piece of cheese that is shoved deep in the back of the dairy drawer of your fridge sort of old. Wizened and dry. On a typical day, Chevy can be found lazing about in the family's communal sock bin. He sleeps the way he lives, utterly unaffected by his surroundings.
Some mornings, however, I wake up to find my ancient man-dog with a bit of a pep in his step and asking to be taken for a walky.
"Oh, look at you, my furry friend! You're…
By Lindsay Brown
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