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.
A young man looks for an apartment
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…I found myself having to look for an apartment. I just graduated from college and living with my parents has been okay but leaves a lot to be desired. It's cryptic for sex life. There is nothing…
By Donte-highwater
Read More…greets the morning
Motes of dust settling in shafts of sunlight
Streaming through the…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreInspired by a small, roped-off and protected stand of sea oats
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…the tides the sea oats stand,
frail fossils of a quiet day.
In guarded dunes and evening…
By Jonathan Dyer
Read More…used to be a green pond once next to our house. This house had a red tiled roof and picture windows. It was situated on a hill known as the Dev Pahar in Chittagong. Through those picture windows, I could see the pond down by the valley. The pond was not too far. From the hilltop, it looked mostly surrounded by heavy moss growing on tall trees and bamboo…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…world has shifted from too much vibration to no vibration at all. Things have certainly changed in the course of the past few months. Most probably the biggest pandemic of our lifetime has bounded us both physically and socially. Scientific breakthroughs that are somewhat hard to believe are…
By Nikhil Subedi
Read More…kind of Psychological diagnosis is that for a Psychologist to lay on a client? It's not like I don't have enough shit to deal with. Now I'll have this to think about and haunt me.
"You don't use drugs to kill the pain Santiago you use drugs to feel the…
By Judge Burdon
Read More…dusk was losing its light;
A feeble-minded guy noticed a lady returning home.
The nocturnal darkness darkened his rationality,
and bred his inner storm, fueled by…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Read MoreAging isn't easy but it's all in the mind and heart.
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…days drag on
The years fly by
I stop to…
By Clarissa Woonsocket
Read More…does not adequately describe the apocalyptic disgorging. Though the sink is right there—all I have to do is tip my head forward—contents of my stomach spew forth in firehose fashion. Kitchen window, fringed by lace curtains, rendered opaque by the first heave, completely blown out by the…
By Robert Morgan Fisher
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