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.
…a man chanting “Guns in the Sky” on my walk in Central Park. He was close behind on the main road and sounded like a Black rapper. Of course I was surprised when I saw a balding, middle aged white man in a plaid shirt passing by. He looked like he was listening to music through earphones plugged into his…
By Karol Nielsen
Read More…through your expressive eyes,
and thrived on your impressive smile,
It was a bastion of "laughs and cries",
For an anguished man, still…
By Anissa Sboui
Read MoreStreets are devastated by social media…
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…tracks are long gone.
I'm still breathing, I'm still wandering
To the world to wipe out a part of the…
By Maid Corbic
Read More…my last 25 bucks I bought,
A scrying ball at the local New Age store,
Hoping for a sign of better things to come.
On a whim, I had my palm read…
By Pamela Moss
Read MoreWhere past meets present...
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…of the more than 60,000 Native children that were victims of genocide, at the Canadian “Indian residential schools and hospitals” and after unfathomable torture, tossed in a deep demon hole...
By Tracey Ross
Read More…the red mortar and brick,
a neon sign glows with green blinks-
three quick, three long, three quick,
signals that my future is on the…
By DL Mullan
Read More…facing a conundrum
Grandma would go to fortune tellers for advice
But this time she sought help…
By Shih-Fang Wang
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