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.
…used to think there was something romantic and extraordinary about being able to feel so deeply. Like I somehow possessed a special gift to understand things at a soul level. In fact, it’s a curse. It’s earth shattering, spirit breaking, and so incredibly lonely to always be the one who loves the most. Being the one who…
By Becca Hulen
Read More…I listen to the word research, it seems to me curiosity about the whole of a specific issue. As I also hear about someone who is a researcher, I realize this body is doing a huge and massive job. Although all of the people have affairs that push them to figure out, they are not conscious about this natural habit of searching and discovering. I may define the word “research” as collecting the…
By Bushra Tughar
Read More…my current state of affairs, I wonder about compassion. I lost my sight, regained it. Lost in one eye regains partial in another. I wonder if I am compassionate to those with fewer opportunities in my time of…
By Clinton Siegle
Read More…am no longer sure who I am anymore. I knew I was. I was a hard worker. I did things that other people dream about doing in my reality. People laugh and say like what? The secrets I carried once upon a time did things that only a few will ever…
By Clinton Siegle
Read More…have always been alone. I lived on Sagittarius for 45 years plus. Meaning? Time traveling closed time curved loop realities there was me with a soul and 8.5 billion others on April 18, 2016 when I started my wild trip backwards in…
By Clinton Siegle
Read More…say one lives in reality long enough you forget. I must admit that I have been in isolation since 1983. Meaning I have had to live within my mind since that date or prior. I embraced living within myself then. So embracing isolation now not having left the house since March has not really been that…
By Clinton Siegle
Read More…was going fine, but I don’t know why I was getting an uneasy feeling since the previous night. I saw a weird dream and for a while, I felt like he was near me, but he was not. What was that… I can’t really tell. I shrugged off that feeling and tried to think about him- his smile, his voice, his words. It helped me for a bit to divert my mind. My thoughts were filled with his. Indeed, it made me feel better, but I couldn’t shake…
By Soare Stapanire
Read More…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…thing that I have learned with experience is that it is extremely difficult to escape my narcissist. No matter what I do, no matter where I am or who I am with, the narcissist in my life has always been there, buried in my head, living rent free. Everything I am, everything I have done, everything I have become, has been a reaction to her and her…
By Alnaaze Nathoo
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