Stories tagged “abstract”

  • Suite in E Major

    In the beginning there was one. Soaring through the quiet. Pure and whole, contrasted against the hush of empty space. Each movement accentuated by undiluted autonomy. Dive. Climb. Dance. Alone. In the middle there were seventy. Groups jumped in playfu...

  • Triangulation in the Absence of a Topographical Map or Compass

    He didn’t realize where he was. It wasn’t that he was lost, per se, but his points of reference had long been abandoned by the wayside; excess weight thrown overboard in an effort to save the passengers. He was where he was and that’s...

    • Author: Jeff Gretz
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Color of Ink

    Will Winslow Ever slow I don’t know I also want to impart That I’m not trying to be smart When I show some heart And pull this skill apart On a lark or with purpose I start To spill So much ink intending to smother and kill The concept of b...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Loose Leaf Sheets

    One side’s wide And dull The other side slides Invisible Both are pale And plainly painful Plentiful; Palpable Paper cutting blades; Bleach-blank (title) tidal (waves) page Lost; froze Embossed; flows Why solidify what you think In dry graphics...

  • Abstract Captain Byssus Heptad

    Oooo, out of the ether plunged the metaphysical buccaneer on a shell tide of metaphors. Many of them failed him, mixing themselves on the surge of chuckling similes, and sent his spectacular tentacular one being bathysphere washing upon the quaquaversa...

    • Author: zxvasdf
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
  • Cruel Cocoon

    cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Interstice

    The universe expands, unknowing and uncaring of my corrigible plight. Does the battle of noble gases purport my signifigance? My heart beats for a reason, maybe two. As pages of prose tear from a book, so does my past from my present. Once a simple pla...