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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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 Looking back over my shoulderLooking back over my shoulder by Abigail George
 FallingFalling by Abigail George
Falling    Our choices change the future    evolution of the universe. His    body is heaven’s plateau. A cold
 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.”
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 You're good at those thingsYou're good at those things by Abigail George
(for Ambronese and Voldi)Rapture is the son of Johannesburg.    The same way that Prague is    now the adopted hometown 
 The apartment in TamboerskloofThe apartment in Tamboerskloof by Abigail George
 PhotographsPhotographs by Abigail George
 NotesNotes by Abigail George
 Down came the rainDown came the rain by Abigail George
 The Entrance of Humanity Into HistoryThe Entrance of Humanity Into History by Abigail George
My father, Vernon Aspara and I were vessels. Glass bodies rushing through the air. The line shifts golden. Basking in the sun, legs and hands and face turning brown in the sun. The bridge of the nose turned salmon pink. But
 The painted birds 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 afterno
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