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.
…is not always a sure thing. Perhaps that’s why we have covered it in the beauty sleep security blanket of language. A quilt made from the grammar of laughter, syllables of solitudes, rules for exceptions, ordering through punctuation. It is fastened tense to our past futures ever present, while we dream-juggle…
By Omer Wissman
Read More…they settled our hearts, so we left their company with them, for fear of the weight of any soul. I did not take you so-and-so. May I love you to have a great living."
I tore out of my heart's passion to anger him, so it was good to joke with angry lovers, so he would desert me and leave him, and he would strike us with the shadows, the question, and the…
By Bushra Toghar
Read More…virus usage? The vape smokers seemed to catch the first virus rather fast. However, that tapered off once the US government figured out what was going on. The next attempt? The AI in the Chinese mainframe took over a military complex. The AI figured or was figuring how to eliminate Hong Kong along with avoiding…
By Clinton Siegle
Read MoreA disquisition after the manner of Sir Francis Bacon's 59 Essays discoursing on several elements of Erōs using common sense, philosophy, and history as guide and sources.
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…word with so many possible meanings that it is an abstract heavy-laden with numerous connotations and images for just as equally possible and various numbers of…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreA critical essay investigating a contemporary portrayal of typical adolescence in Audre Lorde's poem.
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…speaker in Audre Lorde's “Hanging Fire” is most likely—but not definitely—a fourteen year-old adolescent girl who has to endure the unavoidable onset and eruption of puberty and who ironically has already matured beyond her boyfriend or teenaged crush as a result of it, as she expresses with lament and dissatisfaction, “I am fourteen/ and my skin has betrayed me/ the boy I cannot live without/ still sucks his…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read More…my running away from home in October 1991, when I was thirty-three years old. I’d been planning my escape for years, first as a child with an active imagination in rural Pennsylvania, then with a brief marriage the summer of my sophomore year of college in Crete, Nebraska. I collected my degree in art and education the weekend Mount Saint Helens erupted. It was the same weekend that I climbed into…
By Mimm Patterson
Read MoreA short essay espousing the merits and advantages of embracing to think and choose well so…
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…does it mean to experience melancholy? Is it just depression—or overwhelming sorrow? Or, to be more precise, is melancholy just insurmountable sadness and despair accompanied…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read More…atmosphere at our new home in Lynnport was devoid of oxygen. In its place was the grey haze of cigarette smoke and the foggy gloom of scarcity. For this reason I spent as much time as possible outdoors.
I don’t recall feeling poor. I had the vast and beautiful expanse of rural Pennsylvania and my young imagination to sustain me. But ‘poor’ is the word my mother used. Although we had a sturdy roof…
By Mimm Patterson
Read More…down and thinking about the ways to find the problems for your solution is one part of Yoga Nidra Meditation. Why don’t you look through the other part and take a minute or two to appreciate the beautiful world and mother nature? It would be a nice change of pace and you will get to realize the importance of the environment in your lives. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath and let yourself flow with the…
By Soare Stapanire
Read More…you are lying down on the soft grass under the shade of a big tree. The wind is blowing quietly brushing your body making it feel like the wind is quietly embracing you. In front of you, there’s a lake in which clear water is flowing slowly. The wind and water are making beautiful calm music which is making you fall in the depths of the sleep. Above you, the sun is shining brightly blessing you with its warm…
By Soare Stapanire
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