Abstract Magazine International | Fiction
Abstract seeks fine art in all forms that engages with both the crises and joys of our shared human condition. We seek art that engages the edge of now; we seek to explore a future forward zeitgeist with a respect for the gifts of the past. We are looking for both established and emerging artists across a broad range of genres. Our criterion is quality.


Swish: Haibun by Rich Youmans

24 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

Art Credit: “Untitled” by Alfonso Barberio SWISH Projects playgound— jump shot arcing from star to star   Evening shadows steal across the low concrete buildings, the cracked-slab courtyards, over fast-food wrappers and bottle shards. He feels the air on his face, cold and sharp, as…

you cannot turn: Haibun by Rich Youmans

24 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

Art Credit: “Someone Else’s Bed” by Andre Gonçalves YOU CANNOT TURN: HAIBUN BY RICH YOUMANS   the key. it is in the ignition, and your fingers tense around its pebbled casing. but you cannot turn it; you cannot move. you have stalled at a downtown…

Art Credit: Martha Winterhalter FIRST VISIT TO CANYON COUNTRY BY RAY RASMUSSEN Friends, who on occasion join my outdoor adventures, suggest I should slow down, be in, not just move through a place. They complain that I hike too fast to enjoy the landscapes we passing through. And I think,…

Unsaddled: Haibun by Ray Rasmussen

12 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

Art Credit: “You are what you think you are” by Matheus Formiga UNSADDLED BY RAY RASMUSSEN Breakfast without a newspaper is a horse without a saddle. —Edward R. Murrow   I am six months into my experiment of not reading the daily newspaper. Instead I read…

Two Weeks Later… By Barry Basden

06 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

TWO WEEKS LATER HE FLEW OFF TO AFGHANISTAN AGAIN It’s New Year’s Eve. Mark’s lying across the bed, not moving. “This is too hard,” he says. Poor baby. I love him and try to be a good wife. Johnny and Megan love him more than…

PTSD by Barry Basden

05 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

PTSD The woman stands in the doorway, looking through mist toward the lake and tall firs on the opposite shore. Behind her, a man wheels himself to the fireplace, takes an iron poker and strikes at the fire, as if beating back war rising from…

Bodensee by Barry Basden

05 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

BODENSEE They come for us just as we are leaving our lakeside villa, sold this morning for cash, a pittance in foreign currency. We escape by boat, all that we cherish in valises and sewn into our coats. We stand in the stern, watching tiny…

Vows by Barry Basden

05 Apr 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

VOWS He was in country four months when the letter came. He read it again out back of the radio shack. Down the hill afternoon sunlight glinted off the flooded paddies. They were everywhere and he wondered if he’d ever get used to the smell….

You Belong to Me: Short Story by Kent Dixon

25 Mar 2017, Posted by admin in Fiction

Art Credit: “Lara Casandra” by Andre’ Goncalves  YOU BELONG TO ME You have to feel for this guy walking down the street on a clear, dry, almost blinding day somewhere in downtown Phoenix, a day twice beautiful because he’s recuperating from major surgery and is both…

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