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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 criteria is quality.
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To the Grail by Fabrice Poussin

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Nikolas Karathanasis, @nikolas.karathanasis TO THE GRAIL It is a symphony of feet in the midst of fireworks and lights; they come, they go, hesitate, return, turn around, and back; insane in their indecision, shoes of sports, and pumps of circumstance, molding unruly ankles, protecting their…

Phonaesthetics by Carolyn Martin

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Costumes from the Stratford Warehouse No. 23 by Chris Klein PHONAESTHETICS The study of the euphony and cacophony of words without regard for semantics. I read somewhere that language experts claim when sense is pushed aside, the most ear-pleasing English sounds slide through cellar door. Not…

Spring by Karol Nielsen

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Fish in Open Currents by Tobias Oggenfuss SPRING Spring is a tomboy all done up, an amazon and a unicorn intertwined, the reward after winter’s test, a fragile beauty in the end. About the author:  Karol Nielsen is author of the memoir, Black Elephants (Bison Books,…

Holy Candle Blues by Michael D. Amitin

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Marie Dashkova, @melodyphoto HOLY CANDLE BLUES In the red-sweet sunsetangel brother bent his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my restless rathouse jam.She entered peeling story-caked walls riding lightning rod brooms swept me out to half-dippermoon bridgewe swung downtown wherewaltzing heirs warmed…

10,000 Winters by Peter Manos

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Mountains by Baptiste Charruyer, Paris, @wild_fangs_photos TEN THOUSAND WINTERS BEFORE WRITTEN WORDS “Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems.” –Walt Whitman Ten thousand winters before written words when rousing singers recorded in verse bold lives’…

In the Blue House by Max Talley

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Short Fiction

Art: Moon by Mary Hanrahan IN THE BLUE HOUSE Inside the blue house, our house, everything is blue: the furniture, walls, and the general mood. We drink beer once in a blue moon and it is indeed Blue Moon. Even our humor is blue. We…

A Thief At 9 by Pawel Grajnert

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Sasan Golbostani, @sasan_golbostani A THIEF AT 9 Unchained, I Saw the bicycle Standing there. And the sliver spoke, Take.   About the author:  Paweł Grajnert is a writer/filmmaker who works in the US and Poland. His work has screened at the Venice Film Festival, the…

To Be Prepared by Heikki Huotari

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art:  Two Men Sitting (Peter and Mehmet) by Gianluigi di Napoli, @gianluigidinapoli TO BE PREPARED   __________________________________________________________________ About the author:  Heikki Huotari is a retired professor of mathematics. In a past century, he attended a one-room country school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. His poems…

Reflections by mybluesweden

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Music

Art: Cyril Larvor, @cyrillarvor REFLECTIONS About the Artists: mybluesweden is a collaboration between three musicians from Minneapolis/St Paul Minnesota. Although we perform different roles (one of our members is part time) everything is done by us: writing, arranging, engineering producing and all recording performances. Each of us…

In the Spring of It by Robert Rothman

27 Mar 2018, Posted by admin in Short Fiction

Art: Rafano by Rebecca Weaver, @legsweaver IN THE SPRING OF IT Grass so high it’s up to the chest and mounting; you think another few steps you’ll be just a head bobbing on a sea of green.Thick as wading through a bog, the spears wrapping onto…

 

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