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 | Abigail GeorgeAbigail 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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| | | | | | next | | Things you need to know about stardust by Abigail George Things you need to know about stardust(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) Open the door and you will find a kingdom | | | Over the tree whispers turn into screams by Abigail George (for my mother, father, sister, and brother) I haven’t fallen in love in eighthours. I wish I could fly out of thisroom to any place th | | | A month of Sundays by Abigail George “I don’t see why you can’t write a book. I’m proud of you.” She caressed his back. \"I’m your Alba remember. You can make words do anything. You charmed the pants off of me.” | |
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| | | In the lasting pursuit of happiness by Abigail George She has known pain all her life, has taken cou | | | Falling by Abigail George Falling Our choices change the future evolution of the universe. His body is heaven’s plateau. A cold | | | The painted birds by Abigail George (for Ambronese) I’m helpless. She knows this and tells me to forget this place of weeping and change. She’s an | | | Nashville by Abigail George I am running away to Hollywood or Nashville. I want to know what the truth is, even if the truth hurts. That you do not love me. I want to hear you say that mum and dad, miles away from here while I am through with the break | | | See everything as an opportunity by Abigail George This is how I became an extreme writer, an extreme personality, an extreme human being. There is an art to love, an exceptional and extraordinary art to love. Some people, like scientists and scholars and intellectuals and p | | | | next | |
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