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.
…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
Read More…flakes danced, painting
the sidewalks and the pine
neighborhood fences white.
November arrived…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…pretend all is well
I’ll return to where I fell
I’ll rehearse all I’ve learnt
I’ll recover all I’ve…
By Benjamin Nambu
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…promised relief dead ahead.
Finally, stopping for bread!
We’ll spend lots of…
By Ken Gosse
Read More…road is inert, the formicids
Unwearyingly cross, carrying
A sprig for the Colony. The firmament
Is parched, cloudless; the…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read More…morning wind awakes
I feel it passing by
It tousles my hair
It flirts with my…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read More… stepped through the double-doors and into the social club. He was puzzled for a moment by the darkness inside. He had arranged to play a few frames of pool with his brother in law and was due to…
By Chris Platt
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