I am a writer, as you might have guessed. I do have a day job that I won’t be quitting any time soon, but that’s okay by me. I’m just doing what I love.
Oh, you want more?
Hi, my name is Bridget. Some also call me Bee, and I rather enjoy the nickname. I’m here and I’m queer; that’s really only as relevant as you want it to be. I’m also sophisticated as fuck . I’m opinionated, and sometimes these opinions aren’t nice, or politically correct, and I might offend you- and it’s a 50-50 chance that I will even attempt to feel bad about that. I live in the most majestic country in the world. My particular neck of the woods isn’t always majestic …or pleasantly scented, but I’d rather have the sometimes-manure-smelling farms up the street than another shitty subdivision.
As far as the poetry goes, I try to see things from many perspectives. It’s not all stuff that I’ve experienced personally, even though a lot of them are first-person. Should I throw in a disclaimer like they do in the front of fiction books?
These poems are works of creative fiction (
for the most part). Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my screwball mind ( except when they’re not). Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people living or dead is coincidental ( but sometimes I borrow from my own life).
“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”