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.
…approach her bed slowly, like every morning. She ignores me, staring at the television, that is running the usual batch of home shopping ads for portable vacuum cleaners, abdominal shapers, ultra-sharp fish cutting knives, smart neck massagers and rechargeable hearing aids. The only thing that can be useful to my…
By Marcelo Medone
Read More…creeping gently across a wooded mountain’s face
Like a muted, living flame developing apace
Fading green and valiant gold, orange, yellow, red, they burst
In brilliance like living fireworks that linger…
By Amber Danson
Read MoreWhen all else fails just start writing...
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… want to write this day? That’s got my mind all in a stoop.
Can’t seem to write poetry lately and that’s no hoot.
I can’t see the butterflies with their rainbow pastel silky…
By Eva Marie Cagley
Read More…lie cannot be undone
Hanging around our necks for eternity
Likewise, truth attaches to us
Whether uttered by us or about…
By Russell Willis
Read More…we have something created by a phone company called Bell Let's Talk Day. On this day, ten cents from each text or phone call - on a Bell telephone - is donated to local mental health charities. Of course, any money raised for these companies is positive, however, the culture surrounding this day is what I find quite problematic. As people copy and paste messages on Facebook, or text from…
By Andrea Harmathy
Read MoreDavid was a dear friend who passed away suddenly…
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…thought of you today and felt uneasy for the third time. This is unusual because every memory I have of you is…
By Sloane Angelou
Read More…sits on the back deck
after a long, hard day.
There seems to be more
of those these…
By Andrew Scott
Read More…had been waiting outside the gate for a long, unsettling time. I had a lot of thinking to do out there in the oppressive, midmorning sun. I looked to the left and the right. I saw nothing but the large guard tower. There was a strange sound overhead in the powerlines, the sound of static electricity. There was a fly, one pesky little bugger, who kept buzzing around my face. "Shoo," I said, trying to scare it away. But the former…
By Jack Bristow
Read More…was born skeptical, under the sign of Gemini.
The only intelligent one of my so-called friends said
I was a philosophical miscreant, a bear in a depressing
life. Cold comfort in anyone’s age. I grew up on the…
By Susan Maxwell Campbell
Read MoreHi - this piece was inspired by the death of my mum when I was 14
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…pricking behind her eyes. Her mind foggy with the pain of what was happening. She felt unsure of her footing as she left the hospital room and walked. She didn’t know where. She just knew she needed to leave. Leave the sights. The sounds. The smells. Somehow leave the sorrow of what she was witnessing behind…
By Zoë Ricard
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