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.
…speaker in Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnet is a woman who compares her conflagration-igniting love to the love of unnamed, female figures from antiquity and Medieval Europe—to the love of “[w]omen [who] have loved before as I love now;/ At least, in lively chronicles of the past—/ Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow/ Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast”; and to the historical quality of “[t]he unregenerate passions of a…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreAll of us have felt stuck at some point in our lives. The same forgiveness and compassion that we need to show for ourselves in our personal lives can be shown to a world that is hurting and looking for a solution.
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…all have a different reason for being stuck. There may be financial blocks. Maybe it is a consequence from our past. There may be self-esteem issues that have us believe we can’t do…
Read MoreA look into the mind of a poet. Thoughts on the word Compassion!
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…a great deal of time to rest and daydream I have come to think about the word compassion. Perhaps a hidden feeling within mankind. When our hearts become cold and fragile, we often lock the doorway to our inner being. Throwing away the key and not knowing the meaning of the word…
By Eva Marie Cagley
Read More…meal was out of this world. Starters of Mulligatawny soup, samosa, pakoras. Main dishes of Rogan Josh, Bhuna, Madras, served with rice, chips, Bombay potatoes, and all kinds of naan bread. All this was washed down with several rounds of Cobra…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreYou're a gift to the world. Breathe that in. Feel it. Embrace it. Admit it
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…a bold stance to ask the universe to affirm your greatness. It’s a daring move to tell others that you’re…
By John C. Davis
Read MoreThe search for my true self continues to this day. But I do realize now it is a journey without distance.
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…year was 1987. I was twenty-two and just escaped from my first Buddhist retreat.
May all beings be safe.
I chanted as I drove my ‘71 Ford Falcon away from the compound down a dark…
By James Macdonald
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…had not graduated from college and this was his vision, though he had built his own wealth and life even after death. Other people built their wealth after graduating from college, which seems to be an essential issue to be done. People around the world and from different times had been separated into…
By Bushra Toghar
Read MoreI invite you to embrace your isolation as a time of self-exploration. Use this time to do something you have…
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…sitting on my back porch two days ago watching the ducks swimming on our pond. I was reminded about how nature takes care of itself. I was reminded that the ducks don’t need to worry about…
By John C. Davis
Read More…are meant to be seen, but not trailers. They’re backstage stuff. No one wanted to be reminded of them, so they were kept as far out of sight as possible next to factories and dumps. Or, better yet, not allowed at all by city ordinance. As the only child of a 1950s traveling floor show magician known as the…
By John-Ivan Palmer
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