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.
Neither cold, nor snow, nor lack of lodging dissuaded…
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…piercing northwest wind swirled icy cold & and a powdery haze of falling snow through the crowd. The bitter weather, along with ever more people had been blowing in since the night before. Bethany was little more than a village. There was no way to accommodate all these folks. Many camped by their wagons…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreThat's the honorable designation given to Herodotus of Halicarnassus…
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…the honorable designation given to Herodotus of Halicarnassus (480-425 B.C.) who wrote the earliest account of the geography, people and customs of the ancient world. He titled his writings of inquiry & research with the Greek word: Historia. We say, History. He said it first, only he said it in…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…a compassionate glance, the nurse held open the door, and Juliette stepped past her into the room. She heard the door close behind and the tapping of hard shoes fading as the nurse walked…
By Peter Jonathan
Read MoreIs Liberty just a fancy word for, "nothin' left to lose"?
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…friends, welcome This is What’s Up radio broadcasting from big, beautiful, clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery, and by my side, Buzz Belton, the brother I never wanted. We wanna know what Liberty means to you. Buzz: Liberty’s sounds complicated and dull. It’d be more fun…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreDon't know what the argument wuz about. Don't even know there wuz an…
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…know what the argument wuz about. Don’t even know there wuz an argument. Might’a been just bar talk. The big guy got riled by somthin’ I didn’t say. That’s what I think. Couldn’t make sense of it. It all happened so fast. He started pushin’ me around, screaming somthin’ or other, don’t know what, slappin…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreMy first friends were animals. Now in my old age, my remaining friends are animals.
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…in my old age, my remaining friends are animals. In between I’ve had many wonderful friends that were human. Some were pals, some were business partners, some were lovers. Some I knew well, some I barely knew, others were very dear to me. They’re mostly…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreNeither hero, nor quite the monster he was said to be, He died a King. He died courageously.
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…corpse, naked and torn by wounds, was bound across a horse, with his head and long hair hanging down, bloody and hideous, and in this condition borne into Leicester for all men…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreWho can say no to an archangel?
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…is probably better known by the anglicized version of her name: Joan of Arc. Her story has been told often. It always bears repeating. I knew her name before I knew anything else about her. As a five-year old, I wondered why a can of kidney beans would be called…
By K L. Shipley
Read MoreMy mother and my aunt surprised me one day with an act of courage.
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…took courage to cross the ocean in the early part of the twentieth century and begin a new life. My mother, Astrid Paulina Johansson Malmquist, was a woman of courage. My aunt, Amalia Johansson Lindquist, was another. They were two of the eleven children who grew up on my grandparents' farm outside of Asarum in the province of Blekinge, in southern…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreI always thought of myself as a "non racist," a person who knew it was wrong to judge someone by the…
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…disbelief, hoping what I was watching was just a dream, but no, it was a nightmare. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the screen as the reporter in Baltimore walked around the city. Freddie Gray had recently died in police custody and the city of Baltimore was rioting. I watched as the reporter walked past the charred vehicles…
By Kathleen Kempert
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