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.
On a July 7th,1867, afternoon in New Mexico territory, fighting a dry sandpaper wind and with old sol blistering down hot enough to make a lizard sweat, prospector D. B. Adams wiped his furrowed forehead with a handkerchief …
By CraigE
Read MoreTemperatures are rising…
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While walking home after grade promotion graduation, Paulie bumped into a young lady surveying the sidewalk servicing the…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreLester Greenwald had an electric train set at 5; then again at 55—he had to find a hobby or be slowly driven mad by boredom and a nagging housewife when business was slow. Because he worked from home there was no …
By CraigE
Read MoreMy people hardly traveled. Those who did were few. And everyone knew them. Because they were usually the multilinguals in the village who brought news, songs and tales of other lands to our…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreHollywood has its many ghost stories: an ethereal Marilyn Monroe sashaying through the lobby of the Roosevelt Hotel; John Belushi’s shadow figure seen lurking about Chateau Marmont, a 1929 gothic-style hotel and bungalows where he OD’d on a lethal…
By CraigE
Read MorePaulie writes a biographical …
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A few days passed from the time Rip formally rested in peace underneath Paulie’s, teenage designed linen covers, allowing the boy to reflect upon …
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreI’m truly sorry you had to find my remains as such, but I felt that taking my own life was the only way out of my gnawing madness—a madness I can neither contain nor accept; a madness that has stalked me since birth and was strained to…
By CraigE
Read MoreIt all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home…
By Benjamin Nambu
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