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 mother and her son hide their emotions on the morning after he moves out to his college hostel
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…he howled from under the blanket. There was no response. He pulled the blanket doubly over his face so that the sound of the alarm doesn’t disturb him. It kept…
By Ranjit Kulkarni
Read MoreUnfathomable Devastation is a poem about a ship near the Red Sea in Yemen…
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…waits in open sight,
a rusty oil tanker at sea
waiting for that inevitable…
By Brenda Arledge
Read MoreThe feeling when everyone in the neighborhood knows what's going on except you.
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…was one of those gorgeous spring days, so Sam was on his patio enjoying a cold drink and reading through his emails on his phone when he heard…
By Tom Kastanotis
Read More…fires off selfies on Instagram
Here’s me not wearing much
Here’s me wearing a little more
Like it, love it, share it…
By Amanda Steel
Read More…are children of screens now
Who came out of the womb with face ID registered on their phone,
Who post selfies with their little baby friends…
By Sinéad Mears
Read MoreA woman mourns the loss of her wife.
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…a girl scout today. Well, I ate 5 boxes of Samoas and 3 boxes of thin mints. There are 3 boxes of thin mints left in the freezer. I showed some restraint. The Samoas were her favorite; perhaps that was why I couldn't stop eating. I couldn't wait for her to wake out of sedation. The truth is I didn't want to…
By Leah Holbrook Sackett
Read MoreLoss of Faith in Technology
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…connection was lost in the wood.
In sorrow, I cursed an angry oath,
And turning in place as I…
By Ken Gosse
Read More…was the time of the pandemic. On most days Muriel Blenkinsopp did not venture out of her house on High Street in Ashleyville, Ohio. She lived by herself, her husband having died five years before, and her children were now at home in another state a few hours away. She didn't even have a dog, though she would have liked one, but they seemed too much trouble to take care of. She didn't like cats very…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read More…looked down at my grandson, and a tear had filled his eye
He looked up and said “Papa, why is it things must die?”
His pleading eyes sought wisdom and I stammered just a bit
And tried to think, before I spoke, of proper words to…
By James Geehring
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