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 wounded pilgrim by Abigail George When I was a child I was afraidTo speak to strangers; even thenI felt estranged from the humanRace, sought solace, a rare comfortIn books and in between the neutralSpaces of the black letters of theAlphabet tha
	Getting there: the gut symmetry of writing by Abigail George What motivates me to write? It’s harder to explain to non-writers and easier in some ways to explain to writers who write for the sheer thrill of it, the madness clicking away inside your brain and the hell of it; to sweep away all the cobwe
	Machinery by Abigail George ComaI believe in God now. This is what I know for sure. When I was in my teens He was irrelevant. Then one day I got sick, really sick. The illness (lithium toxicity) that had come silently

	Writing poetry by Abigail George Inspiration comes with sweat, blood, tears, animosity; aggression. A poet can be inspired by the working classes, the middle classes, the upper classes, being undermined in some way in his job or a relationship, having grandiose ideas, being
	Mysticism and love in modern poetry by Abigail George Words can be sensual, the theory and text seductive, luminous, healing, filled with tired misapprehension. It might even manifest great ideas or small. For the poet in transit the work that lies ahead of him is filled with trials, turmoil, writer
	The consciousness of a poet: creativity and God by Abigail George When all things seem to fall apart into a mess, subliminally we send messages to our sub-consciousness to put things right, facilitate order from the chaos and mayhem that ensues within the nexus of our brains; that is when the consciousness of
	The shades of African writers by Abigail George Literally African writers are caught up, swept away from a great height by words, clichés by other writers; be they American or European. African broadcasts, radio bulletins, screaming headlines that fill the reader with sheer terrifying horr
	Being a writer and getting there by Abigail George I see how the afternoon light hits the blank page and then I am even more terrified of what awaits. Against all odds, defying them, like magic, pulling the rabbit out of the hat or sawing a woman in half; a willing participant, I have to make it w
	The terminal by Abigail George In response to reading A few words on the soul by Wislawa SzymborskaWhat suggestive roledo you prefer?Saying goodbye?or arms an arc; multipliedopen wide - receivingquite willingly a warm bodys
	Caught by the river by Abigail George An excerpt from a memoir My life was like a river in which debris of different kinds were caught up.Like dust melted in the water, that declined quickly, spirited tadpoles with the glinting, ink blot e
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