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.
Daniel Fury was spending Saturday afternoon as he often did, sitting alone at the bar, nursing a pint of bitter and reading his book. There was something almost magical about reading a good book over a nice pint of beer, in a cosy …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAn appointment with a ‘pain…
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There once was a guy from St. Loo,
Who had not one ego but two.
He could feel light as a…
By CraigE
Read More…sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreWandering in this festive lonely room,
I witness uniqueness lose its sweetness
Within crowded mass …
By Dana Trick
Read More… didn’t speak to his brother Carl that often. They were very different people, living different lives. They saw each other very occasionally if they happened to be visiting their parents at the same…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThis poem contemplates…
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Nobody knows
when you were born
who your mother…
By Mayumi Yamamoto
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