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.
Florence J. Mauchant was born in Paris, France and has been a New York City…
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…week of July, the city of Manhattan is oddly empty, the sky is spotless blue and the sun is providing just the perfect amount of warmth. Instead of being uplifted by these auspicious elements of my summer environment, I feel like I have been flattened into a thin, energy-less form, by one of those road…
By Florence Mauchant
Read MoreAn entanglement of Art and Life.
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…a small book whose impact on the world of literature has been large. It tells of a love triangle between a young lady, her betrothed, and her not-so-secret admirer. The story is driven by the angst and ruminations of the frustrated admirer. The plot was ancient, the way of the telling was…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreDeath, near death, or what?
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…living in the Province of Northumbria returned from the dead to tell what he saw. His story was recorded by Bede in his 731 A.D. book, The Ecclesiastical History of the English People. Illness had driven this man to bed, where he grew worse, finally dying as darkness fell. His wife and family stood…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreA hidden wilderness.
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…in the heart of Parma, Ohio is a primordial wilderness. I don’t suppose I’m the only one who knows about it, but I’m certainly one of very few people who know about it. It’s surrounded by miles and miles of post WWII housing, and a population not much given to curiosity. I discovered it in the middle…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…heard this hundredth of time as he revealed his sexuality. It's so unnatural, what will happen to you now, it's just the effect of western world, we will go to see a doctor and all that…
By Ritika Singh
Read MoreThe neglected treasure of elderly wisdom.
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…spit you out. You are unsquirtable, like curdled curd in an empty Cheez Whiz can, like a Bailey’s Chocolate Cherry without the liquor, like Juicy Fruit gum with nothing left but the gum. Without moisture, you’re no longer useful. I spit you…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreA story about stories.
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Let me tell you a story. Of course, it happened once upon a time and long ago, but, it did not happen on a dark and stormy night. In fact, it happened on a warm sunny day, with soft white clouds, gently floating across an enormous blue sky. Birds were singing, and a balmy breeze caressed the world with…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…we should get some kind of periodic technology briefing—even something like the what’s hot, what’s not lists that were in the teen magazines I read growing up. What’s Hot: USB-C ports and streaming. What’s Not: USB ports and DVDs. Well, I guess we don’t say USB anymore. Now we call it a USB-A, which confuses me because I’ve been calling it a USB for years, and no one ever interrupted me to…
By Stefanie Fair-King
Read More…the best features of the sophomore locker room, the community bulletin board, and an angry conversation with some stranger on the corner. If you’re like me, after the last election you don’t even check Facebook all that often—except when you have something especially wonderful to post. (I try to keep my wonderfulness down to a dozen posts a day, but I do have a really adorable…
By Will Nuessle
Read More…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
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