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Abigail George

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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 When a man forgets himself in old ageWhen a man forgets himself in old age by Abigail George
When a man forgets himself in old age(for Ambronese and all the women I have ever truly loved)    I did not know then what     I know now. That I was a   
 HiveHive by Abigail George
Hive(for my mother and father)    Stability sometimes has to make    room for hunger. The spoils of     war.
 The morning sun in the gardenThe morning sun in the garden by Abigail George
The morning sun in the garden‘You have a sadness about you.’Somebody said that to me onceWhen I was young and brave.‘And sadness in one as young asYou is frightening.’ S
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 Advice for my sisterAdvice for my sister by Abigail George
 Please sweetheartPlease sweetheart by Abigail George
Judith smiled across at Thomas. She didn’t say anything when he stroked her thigh up and down in the car. Up and down. Up and down. Until she felt an internal bliss rising up within her. At first, she felt afraid of this sensation. She ha
 When we get to ParisWhen we get to Paris by Abigail George
 Woman ReadingWoman Reading by Abigail George
“Are you alive? Come swimming with me.”“I’m tired.”“That’s a no then. The exercise would be good for you lazybones. Just tired.”
 Please don't turn out the lightPlease don't turn out the light by Abigail George
Please don’t turn out the light(for Julian, Vincent, Mikale)    Their home is not Haiti, Swaziland or     Johannesburg.T
 Kissing the velvet Kissing the velvet by Abigail George
 SaturnSaturn by Abigail George
Saturn(for May, Jennifer, Charles and Danfred)     Someday (seaward) bone-thin daughters (their flesh a prize)    will turn
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