Winter clothes lost in translation The throne that is called a tree’s shiny leaves. I let its itchy arms hold me close. Bring closure to the cold-heartedness...
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.
The Verbal Agreement (for the Dutch English poet Joop Bersee) Take this hunk of a man and his buttonhole fit for a red carnation. Take this half woman stem...
I had a wood when I was a child. There was a forest near my childhood home. At night, before I would blow my lamp out, I would stare out into that darkness...
Before she began her day’s work Virginia Woolf began to write painstakingly, yet in a beautiful old-fashioned script in her diary. ‘Madness is not a proper...
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...
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...
A GIRL WHO HAD A YEARNING FOR EXPERIENCE When we were young we were beautiful. She tells herself as she makes coffee. I’m away from you only in a few places...
Nothing is coming undone because so far it is all good. I’m still here on the one side of the world waking up. You’re on the other waking up with your wife and...
Guys (the guys I like, the guys I fall for, the type I go for), especially older guys, guys in the family way (who have a history with women, who drink, and...
“I think of / you getting older, surrounded by your / children, the children I could never / give you. I would have loved you for a / minor eternity, a major...
PERSUASION (for Mishka and Stuart Hoosen-Lewis) You’re a couple in the crossing. I’m not part of a couple. My stories come out of the light that is shining in...
Once I called you home. Once you called / me sanctuary. Your hands were like a hat full / of leaves, a porcelain teacup full of blue sky… The old woman...
