Abigail George

Abigail George studied film and television production for a short while, which was followed by a brief stint as a trainee at a production house. She is a writer and poet. She has lived in Johannesburg and Port Elizabeth but she is currently living in Port Elizabeth. She has had poetry published in print and online. She has had short fiction published online. In 2005 and 2008 she was awarded grants from the National Arts Council in Johannesburg. She is not purely devoted to poetry but to pursuing writing fulltime. Storytelling for her has always been a phenomenal way of communicating and making a connection with other people.


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	A prayer for the dementia of the flesh by Abigail George (For the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) ‘The flame in the snow’, in the field, In the wild ‘song of songs’ wilderness of
	A swimmer's life under water by Abigail George There’s an accident-prone toddler in the house. My brother’s son. Will he have more children,I wonder to myself as I make tea. Watchin
	Pear country during Easter by Abigail George (for Julian)You’re just a boy and I’m just an invisible girl. You’retenderness, light, angelic.You’re a still life portrait.

	I've discovered the meaning of life by Abigail George (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)The air is sweet here, and I am filled with a sudden longing for you. It just didn’t work out and
	Mother by Abigail George (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)They all had this other life I knew nothing about. This distant family in name only on my father
	The woman that was a starling by Abigail George (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)Put the lion in his magnificent cell andworship him there. In my dream leavesturn into milk quietly. Daylight crushedmy dr
	Therapy or Spring by Abigail George (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I lose myself in Johannesburg. Upstreets. Down streets. I know its map like I know the back of my hand.
	Water by Abigail George (for my Johannesburg cousins whom I haven’t seen in years)Water threaded us togetherFor a brief moment in time.In the swimming pool, atmy uncle
	While watching cartoons by Abigail George (for my nephew) You fill my soul withleaf and paradise and the pulse of blue light. Your shark tee
	Tender words by Abigail George (for my brother and his son)There is love here. A kindOf resurrecting. A life instinctDrowning in the gaseous lifeExperience of the mother tongue,
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