Author - Abigail George

Abigail George’s fiction was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She briefly studied film at Newtown Film and Television School in Johannesburg. She is the recipient of grants from the National Arts Council, Johannesburg, Centre for the Book in Cape Town, and ECPACC (Eastern Cape Provincial Arts and Culture Council) in East London. She has been widely published from Australia, to Finland to Nigeria, and New Delhi, India to Istanbul, Turkey and Wales.
Her blog African Renaissance can be found online in Modern Diplomacy under Topics.
She contributed for a year to a symposium on Ovi Magazine: Finland’s English Online Magazine. She is a poet, fiction writer, feminist thinker, essayist, and a blogger at Goodreads.

Fiction

Abigail George: Hibiscus

Who listens to smoke? Breath pumps through me. You’re a symbol. You’re good and kind folk. Perhaps you’re a Lutheran now or Methodist. There’s a story here. I...

Fiction

Abigail George: Berg

The garden is an ice ruin. Stinking leaves curl at my feet. The ground feels saturated underfoot. Pleasure here is a disease. You taught me that. These are the...

Fiction

Abigail George: Triptych

Risk is a mistake. There’s beautiful thinking in the red wildflowers of my sister’s hair. The ingredients for breakfast grow out of the kitchen table. We work...

Poetry

Abigail George: Ache

Ache (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) You’re like a wet taproot burrowing-digging-digging into the ground. You’re flitch, a flicker and a burn. You’re desolate...

Poetry

Abigail George: The Owl House

THE OWL HOUSE (Three untitled poems in one untitled poem.) Perhaps you’re leaves found in a courtyard. Or like me, a woman who is longing for a child in a city...