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.
…stood with my friend, Joanne, and my two oldest children in Joanne’s living room in her home in West Orange. My family and hers had spent many happy times here celebrating together. New Year’s Eve. The Fourth of July. Birthdays. Joanne yanked her floral curtains back. The sun streamed through her large bay…
By Kitta MacPherson
Read More…the duck sits in the corner of the tub; more often, it migrates to the bathroom closet to sit on a narrow shelf, borne aloft by some misbegotten fit of organizing and then it gets bumped and lands on the floor, behind the clothes hamper. I push it around with my foot or, if I’m feeling ambitious, with the broom, or maybe I’m scrubbing the floor, trying to be Buddhist-like about doing housework wherein cleaning isn’t just a…
By Adrienne Pilon
Read More…method is Daniel Day Lewis my direction Guillermo del Toro more Bill the Butcher in Pan’s labyrinth than the shape of water, the dirt under my fingernails have a story to tell- digging for my life’s dependency wishing for clemency from the evil deeds done, forever in a day thought I’d never see the sun, the old man and a gun came and went, now all’s left is time wasted & spent, chasing dreams out of necessity and habit, following…
By Lazarus DaGreat
Read MoreOur past failures were paving the road to our future success. Redemption takes place when we can embrace all of our experiences, and love ourselves completely despite our past failures.
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…is something that I have often been challenged with. That is, the idea that failing is part of success. My perfectionist brain wants to tell me that if I am to be a success in this world I must be a success all…
By John C. Davis
Read More…enormous, at least two-metre thick, concrete double door slides open, and a dark and cool throat of the mountain is almost sucking me in. My jaw has dropped. No…I’m not reading you an excerpt from some horror or thriller novel, and my name is not James Bond.
I’m standing on the doorstep of the once top-secret facility on the Black Sea coast and now the Naval Museum Complex Balaklava on the south-east of Crimean peninsula, just a stone-throw away from the city of…
By L. Salt
Read More…ages between 24 and 35, many people try to live against what's expected of them. The pressure of the desire to have a grand wedding just because a friend had it needs a second thought. Sometimes people rely on huge loans to settle the one day event. Who told you that maybe the resources were borrowed to facilitate the…
By Lucy Boen Chepng'eno
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 MoreUrge to Rome
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…stood in the kitchen with the five other mothers of the settima classe—the seventh grade. Curious to visit an Italian home since our arrival in Rome, here I finally was, one of le ragazze, the girls. There was nothing exotic about the room: modern counters, appliances, wall phone with an extra-long cord. A window looked onto a back yard where a yapping collie blend wrestled with a pink rubber ball. I could have been in New York. Ohio. Anywhere in America. Only the clouds of cigarette smoke, the undecipherable staccato banter and the Moka pot on…
By Kyra Robinov
