Abigail George

Pushcart Prize nominee Abigail George is a Port Elizabeth-based blogger, essayist, poet and short story writer. Recipient of two grants from the National Arts Council in Johannesburg, one from the Centre for the Book in Cape Town and another from ECPACC in East London, she briefly studied film at the Newtown Film and Television School in Johannesburg.

Collecting psychology and honey like the earth collects rain

Abigail George New writing 2022-04-04

"I need the routine
Of the military the precision
I desire it after having sacrificed"

Collecting psychology and honey like the earth collects rain

Abigail George New writing 2022-03-29

"About solitude I have this to say
I need the routine
Of the military the precision"

Bullied

Abigail George New writing 2021-11-22

"My attraction to food teaches me to forget the emotional pain. It calms me. It wants me. There are so many ways an addict validates what they are doing."

Objects of desire for Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat

Abigail George New writing 2020-03-17

"Like the sea I have chased with my mother, and like
all of these words, I am thinking of you too much."

Papaya for Rainer Maria Rilke, cold plums for me

Abigail George New writing 2020-03-03

"I am finally on my own again. Flying solo. Gather this, hunt this, reward yourself with this."

If John Steinbeck had been a poet, I would have loved him

Abigail George New writing 2020-02-26

"I have a certain knowledge of madness that no one else speaks of, a certain kind of madness that comes alive at midnight."

Boris Pasternak

Abigail George New writing 2020-02-12

"We all had feathers. Then we all had wings. Then we were shipped back home to our physical address."

Giacomo Leopardi

Abigail George New writing 2020-02-05

“I am Emily Dickinson’s winter revisited in Amherst-land. I am so much more aware of age and getting older than I have ever been.”

Clarissa

Abigail George New writing 2020-01-28

“When I’m with Lewis, I think of you; when he yells at me, I think of you; when he hits me, I think of you, Malcolm ...”

The sad fact is beautiful, trauma is just like fire, and giving regret the once-over

Abigail George New writing 2019-11-20

“You’re mine, love, but
you belong to another, and as a man
you belong to the world.”

Where they can’t hurt me and Sylvia Plath

Abigail George New writing 2019-11-06

“They can’t hurt our words,
Sylvia. Let us dance, then, in the arms
of our lovers, and our friends”

Respect

Abigail George New writing 2019-10-15

“It is enough to know now that you are the love of my life. I listen to eighties music now. I am happy. I want you to know that.”

Strandloper

Abigail George New writing 2019-08-21

"So, put that in your pocket for a rainy day. The world comes to life around me, and I’m alright again. I find it hard to trust people now. I go for long walks."

To that young woman eating watermelon

Abigail George New writing 2019-08-14

Poem by Abigail George:

"Enough,
you little show-off! You heathen, or if it is by your choice,
atheist, then, if it pleases you. Are you happy?"

Vrouedag-skryfkompetisie: To my mother

Abigail George Skryfkompetisies 2019-08-06

LitNet se Vrouedag-skryfkompetisie – Poem by Abigail George:

"You’re opera in the
wilderness. See the tragedy in my eyes, mother.
I ponder the hush, the inner music of the shore.
I’m always seeing the same shore."

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