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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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 The SeaThe Sea by Abigail George
 On mourning and paralysisOn mourning and paralysis by Abigail George
(for Staff Sergeant Joseph William George)I’m lost, I’m lost, I confess. In a minute I’ll be gone. In anotherminute I’ll belong to the past, escape the present. I’ll be s
 The shapes that were crying in the rainThe shapes that were crying in the rain by Abigail George
(for my slave ancestry)Shroud don’t say anything if I changedmy hair, if I spoke my thoughts, don’t
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 People are always watching mePeople are always watching me by Abigail George
 The origins of the "X"-menThe 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
 The aftermath of lonelinessThe aftermath of loneliness by Abigail George
(for Staff Sergeant Joseph William George)I want you to bring me to life, bring me flowers, Ihave become nothing. In the station of the metro, girls arebeing woken up by kisses.
 The ghost fadesThe ghost fades by Abigail George
(for Vincent Moloi, a pair of boots and a bicycle)I miss you. I don\'t miss you. I miss you. I reallydon\'t care if you care, I don\'t miss you. Yourhead is Muir and full of dev
 In the bedroom of the poet (novella excerpt)In the bedroom of the poet (novella excerpt) by Abigail George
 Over the tree whispers turn into screamsOver the tree whispers turn into screams by Abigail George
(for my mother, father, sister, and brother)       I haven’t fallen in love in eighthours. I wish I could fly out of thisroom to any place th
 Signs, and symbolsSigns, and symbols by Abigail George
(for Staff Sergeant Joseph William George)This is not a suicide note to remind the cruel worldabout me, about my name. The boy with the darkhair has already mov
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