Articles by Abigail George

Poem

"A trinity of sisters..."

"...It has been years..."

"...Rich as condensed milk. Decadent as cream..."

"...Once upon a time they lived on a farm in Ladysmith..."

"...You're something beautiful, you know..."

"My uncle's voice is a sheet of glass..."

"...The light's history blinding..."

"...Always coming to the river's edge..."

"...Then and now this is my song..."

"...I love the clean, smooth lines that you leave behind in the air..."

"...Trees are candles..."

"...Dogs, Atom's kitten and the World speaks to me of love..."

"...like life, a dream or a flashback..."

"...autumn's splendor, you winder guest..."

"...We seemed to be ghosts tied to each other. From ankle to ankle..."

"...Dreams are made up of stardust, The origins of heat and dust..."

"...For every sinner, there's a Dreamer..."

"...Fade away to wise-everything..."

"...And the habits of a beautiful woman die hard..."

"...children in the fire of war..."

"...betrayal became my wild Saturday..."

"...there are still many who wonder..."

"...Safe footprints washed away like yesterday..."

"...Nan also told us about her summer dad. The winter woman who was her mother..."

"...I can see her smile reaching her coy brown eyes..."

"The blood of the Cape runs through her veins..."

"...as if I was always in need..."

"...an anthem for the landscape that has given birth to us..."

"...Books come from ghosts..."

"...Yes, the ocean calls to me like a lover..."

"...This starvation that must follow its poverty..."

"...you became a legend in real life..."

"...I pass through the tide meeting the comfort of homesick strangers..."

"...as I travel towards an unknown future...

"...I am the current, the climate, the energy..."

"...The democracy of smoke, holy, innocent and pure...."

Opinion

Mishka Hoosen's experimental prose in "Call it a Difficult Night" gives the reader time to reflect, study, gather, harvest their own thoughts.

Serial

Small things, beginnings in the frame of a child ... where do all the little footsteps lead?

"...doing laps in a swimming pool princely blue..."

"...the image that I have of love in my imagination..."

"... Without pain, I was blinded. I could not write..."

"...the harmonic cultures that exist outside of my own..."

"...I remember how I could see pieces of blue sky from the bars on my window..."

"...a quaint, inventive state of mind like animals captured and paraded in zoos or portraits of every generation..."

"...I began to see myself in other writers' and poets' work..."

"...I already feel a fraud as if nature is ganging up on me. This is not me. This is not who I am or want to be..."

"... but I do know this: African writers write in blood..."

"...Why do the rich get richer in South Africa and the poor get poorer in South Africa on a daily basis?..."

Conclusion. "...Complicated, an empty vessel, envious of beauty like any woman, of youth, of the girl, of children in childhood..."

Part One of Chapters and Parts of a Young Girl's Life.

Part Two of "Chapters and Parts of a Young Girl's Life."

Part Three of "Chapters and Parts of a Young Girl's Life."

Part Four of "Chapters and Parts of a Young Girl's Life."

Conclusion. Part Five of "Chapters and Parts of a Young Girl's Life."

Part One. " It is time for female writers to begin to listen to each other, she says, and to begin to see each other as feminists in their own right."

"...Writers, when they write, (the great ones) do not let anything stand in their way..."

"...I am a woman...We house collections of every kind..."

Short

"I have lived a life filled with buoyant ecstasy and hope." -- Abigail George

"Shaping valleys that sing with the force of winds, human beings, the sun, the bright shine of nature, the gentle genetic simplicity of the relationship between Noah and his animals..."