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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 criterion is quality.
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Fiction

 

Genetics: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: André Gonçalves GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them.   abortion…

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Running with the Yaks: Haibun by Bob Lucky

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: Baptiste Charruyer RUNNING WITH THE YAKS   My friend is going blind. He’s known this for most of his life. It’s genetic and can’t be corrected. His father went blind the same way. Gradually the periphery disappears and you’re squinting at the world through…

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Dear Nancy Drew: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: Susanne Knapp DEAR NANCY DREW It’s me. Your newest author.   I’m here to tell you it’s time. To come out. Of the closet you’ve spent decades in. It must be getting old.   How long is Girl George willing to wait? Or is…

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Rag-dolls: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

22 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass.   There is silence . . . a blanket of windless…

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Never Again by Thomas Elson

12 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art Credit:  Martha Winterhalter NEVER AGAIN “John, come in and eat. You’ll be late for your meeting,” said his wife. “Ja, Ja. I know,” said John who continued to stand on the porch and pondered his options. “I’m waiting for Lawrence”. John braced as if…

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oh cupola: haibun by Peter Newton

05 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art Credit: Tatiana Drotsarova OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far…

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Fragments: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

02 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art Credit: “(Muse)Madness” by Tove Aune. FRAGMENTS One by one we throw a handful of sandalwood dust on the funeral pyre. There is nothing much to say and a damp stillness hangs heavy over the pale morning. In the end, it’s just nine maunds of wood for his…

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