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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	Happiness or something like it by Abigail George Pain. There was pain in remembering the past, but also surrender, also in the sweetness of the letting go. Take the pain away. Replace it with a loving mother and father. She is looking into his eyes, he is holding her hand. They are in love. M
	Brother Panther by Abigail George Am I vulnerable amongst the mysteries that life has offered up to me, am I happy although I have a smile pasted on my face for all the old to see.
	Finding The Promise Of Love In A COVID-19 World by Abigail George Everything I write to you is in code. And when you fall I am reaching for the light that guides you in this universe. I am allowing for the pain of our separation to transform me.

	State of torment in lockdown and COVID-19 by Abigail George I fall to the stars; vigilante-like and it is if my name is Cal and I am living in East of Eden, and me and Hemingway kiss and Rilke and I are neighbours. The earth swallows me whole like a lake. I lay there completely still
	Letters to the young poet, Virgil by Abigail George Look into my eyes and perhaps then you can see the difference between infatuation and love. Perhaps then you can see my heart. Straight to the marrow of me, the prizewinning flesh of the heart and matter and energy that I am carrying in my vein
	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.
	Loved by Abigail George
	Mirrors by Abigail George
	Volcano Lovers by Abigail George
	Lovers Dictionary by Abigail George
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