Author - Abigail George

South African Abigail George is a blogger, essayist, short story writer, screenwriter, novelist, and poet. She briefly studied film in Johannesburg. She has two film projects in development and is the recipient of two grants from the National Arts Council, one from the Centre for the Book and another from ECPACC. Her publishers are Tendai Rinos Mwanaka (Zimbabwe, Mwanaka Media and Publishing or Mmap), Xavier Hennekinne (Australia/New Zealand, Gazebo Books), and Thanos Kalamidas (Finland, Ovi). Her literary representative is Morten Rand. She is a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net nominated, and European Union Poetry Prize longlisted poet. Her poem “The Accident” was Identity Theory's Editor's Choice for Spring. Ink Sweat and Tears chose her poem “When light poured into me at the swimming pool” as a September Pick of the Month, and she recently made the shortlist of the Writing Ukraine Prize 2023. She is a poet/writer who believes in the transformative, restorative and healing powers of words. Her latest book is Letter To Petya Dubarova (Australia/New Zealand, Gazebo Books). Young Galaxies (a poetry book) was released in 2023 from Mmap and a memoir When Bad Mothers Happen is forthcoming. “Clarissa, Hector and Septimus Redefined” was recently published by Novelty Fiction in Kindle format.

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...