Abstract Magazine International | Poetry
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.
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Poetry

Song for Lard by Susan Elbe

02 May 2017, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art Credit: “Confusione” by Vivian Nimue Wood Valle d’ Aosta SONG FOR LARD I sing for pig fat, for leaf lard, fatback, caul fat, for the small white icebergs my grandmother dropped into a black iron skillet she never washed, only swiped with newsprint and put…

Absquatulation: Haibun by David Cobb

24 Mar 2017, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art Credit: “The Battle” by David Conison ABSQUATULATION morning break steam from a cup of tea The Lark Ascending   The prop I use for my PC screen is a venerable English-German dictionary, vintage 1870, source of scholarship then, now pedantry. Once, during one of my…

Meltdown: Haibun by David Cobb

24 Mar 2017, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art Credit: Rizwan Ali MELTDOWN nights drawing in drops of melted wax form stalagmites The anticipated power cut. Office closed at four, as every day the past six weeks. Trams not running, she walks to the crèche to pick up her baby boy. To get home…

The Colonies: Haibun by Jim Kacian

17 Mar 2017, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art Credit: “Monotonic Tresinence” by Christopher Alexander VazQuez THE COLONIES We have been right from the beginning. but in the wrong way. The gods did come from the heavens, but they were not more glorious versions of ourselves. They were the microbes hitchhiking through space on comets…

no thing: Haibun by Jim Kacian

17 Mar 2017, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art Credit: “Kyrgyz Flock” by James Metelak Haibun by Jim Kacian no thing   is what it seems, all words are slightly wrong . . . a freeble silted stream melandering by the farm might be Borges’ unnamed river of croglodytes and immortunity . . ….

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