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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	Three Monologues by Abigail George “You’re misbehaving. You’re misbehaving, Emily. Go to your room. Write if you must. Your verses.” “I
	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 dreams. Birt
	The Invasion by Abigail George Into the window of despair that is written all over your face. What do you know of terror? Walk towards me is all I asked. You could not love or rather could not love

	The tall man, the thin man, the dark man, the sad man by Abigail George The sea’s green eyes watch me with care.I have to get my soul out of here, the river is herenow swallowing me whole, meta lost in translation.Then there are the dif
	You must be very tired by Abigail George (He sleeps the sleep of an addict). (He sleeps the sleep of an addict). (He sleeps the sleep of an addict).
	Distance lends enchantment to the view by Abigail George Go fishing somewhere else this is my territory. In her eyes (the paper tiger empress) I can see the origins of smoke and mirrors and they feed the skeletons, the bears, beasts, the monsters, the life drawings of monkeys of my imagination. Under
	Boarding school in Swaziland and falling in love with my English teacher by Abigail George
	While watching cartoons by Abigail George (for my nephew) You fill my soul withleaf and paradise and the pulse of blue light. Your shark teeth like iv
	Offering by Abigail George (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)I think of high school girls. Perfect days, and prefects, playing first team hockey, art and the debating team. B
	Of stars and hands by Abigail George
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