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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	The morning sun in the garden by Abigail George ‘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 fri
	Volcano Lovers by Abigail George
	The blue journey by Abigail George

	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 me
	Mirrors by Abigail George
	The origins of the "X"-men by Abigail George (for Staff Sergeant Joseph William George)Most people live in between the married and thesingle life. I want death. I want life. I want my lifeto be celebrated in death. I just
	Slow hands finding the car keys by Abigail George (for dad) The subtle signs of
	Falling by Abigail George Falling Our choices change the future evolution of the universe. His body is heaven’s plateau. A cold
	Despair and hardship by Abigail George (for Ambronese) There was a home and a family that belonged to her. Fragments in a diary. You’ve
	On dwelling in the house of the Lord forever by Abigail George I am dove-wing and prayer. In the family way, I hold atribe of birds in my heart-all waves of golden-mystery.
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