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.
I’ve loyally kept my …
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… remembering seems as much dream as memory. I was four years old. That probably accounts for the haze. We were on a picnic; Dad, Mom, me, and Uncle Gordan. I remember the spindly grill being taken from the trunk …
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…I have squandered your gifts, O Dear Lord,
and glorified myself with hoarded wealth;
if I have crucified the Lamb and Word,
and planned against my righteous…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read More…vibrant body of my
grandmother’s homemade sauce
lives in memory, I think
of her kitchen around …
By Melissa Lemay
Read More…was feeling good on his Friday night drive home. It was the height of summer and the world seemed a wonderful place. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the classical music playing on the car-stereo. It had been a good day in the car…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe supernatural represents a…
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…body lies, swathed in white,
its form now still,
its face once soft…
By Sutanuka Mondal
Read More…coloured thoughts whispered
Every time a thought of creation
Unfolded, trying to squeeze into
The being, many fragments…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read More…at the night sky
feeling the dark, cold breeze.
I listen for your voice
coming through…
By Andrew Scott
Read MoreThis is about Chess where…
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… and ivory soldiers
stand sentinel on checkered plains,
their shadows stretching…
By Dr Padma Shree RP
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