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.
…had a busy Saturday ahead of him. His first port of call would be the Trafford Centre shopping mall, to collect his suit from the dry-cleaners. After that, he was booked on the golf course for 12 noon. Following an afternoon on the golf course, he would be dining…
By Chris Platt
Read More...lasts forever
This is nature’s way
To recycle materials
To bring in new…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read More…settles
Damp mists rise
Separate tendrils join together
into a deep fog that shrouds…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreA memory of meeting…
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…I can smell things frying: corndogs, doughnuts, turkey wings, and any number of other members of several food groups. The first tingles of the coming winter and blowing dust…
By Russell Willis
Read MoreI live content with…
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…remarkable how reliably our standing-in-life improves upon being buried. Scoundrels become saints. Misers become prudent. Nasty characters of all sorts become decent…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…misfortune strikes
And people are in angst,
Their leaders perplexed,
The economy in…
By Blue Musings
Read More…cyst until it is a mass
A mass is just a mass until it is cancer
Cancer is just cancer.
Come with…
By Fran Pearce
Read More…eats me like a gourd of flesh,
this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh)
a hole that brims with the plaque…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreWe all have moments…
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…my past. I buried you
under a deep layer of dust.
I’m not lighting a…
By Petrouchka Alexieva
Read More…faces wear the past
Experience in each fold, wrinkle
Minds a treasure trove of knowledge
Irreverent eyes never fail…
By Margaret Karim
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