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.
… weather was nice, chilly but pleasant, the leaves blew in the gentle breeze, the birds sweet singing while nesting in the trees, the distant laughter, and voices of the students, sitting in groups everywhere around the…
By Amani Lazar
Read More… not sure why, that night, I insisted on taking you to that small bistro on the pier of the stormy bay at the town’s northern edge. It was closed, as was customary on such evenings, but I asked George, who lived next door, to open it for…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…in the village house,
in the heart of green amber and fierce glimmer,
I climb to him through the olive groves—
in the silver silence between…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…hear those undulating chimes
coming from the depth of the forest?
Do you see the village
spell-bound by the music…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…wavering glimpses in my head—
The scene of a luminous curve in a valley road
The zest of a new morning in a sunny pavilion
Whispers of promises telling of a coming…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…have come
From all those humid and warm bazaars
From those home-streets of pricking noise
From the fields of fanaticism that turned…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…in the middle of a snowy plain,
I throw my head upside down
Toward the forest behind
Like a child trying to…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…digging up the root of madness,
I behold the tribes of our planet
putting off the peels of civilization;
I try to ward off the rays of the black…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
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