Paige Bergen | Writer
Paige Aurora Bergen is an award-winning writer, artist, and storyteller who has been writing and creating professionally for nearly a decade. What follows is a colorful portfolio of Paige's works, taking the form of thoughts, dreams, and a conversation with God (yes, that God).
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Art of Paige
God: What first drew you to creating art?
Paige: I mean, like all kids, I liked to draw when I was young. I thought I was either going to be an architect or an animator when I grew up because I loved designing floor plans (on paper and in The Sims) and coming up with strange creatures that inhabited wacky worlds.
Words of Paige
I dreamt of a fish,
The former love of my life,
A handful of pearls,
And a bloodied knife.
I was scared and intrigued
As I often am in sleep.
Call me a cat,
And kill me curiously.
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My friends warned me 'Stay away
From the river bank.'
I grinned, gave a wink,
And went anyway.
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I crouched low in the ink,
Dipped my hand in and sank.
In a blink, I was gone,
And it didn't mean a thing.
The pearls became stars
And the stars became pearls.
I was Heaven, Earth, and Hell,
But mostly, I was a girl.
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I didn't meet God,
But God met me.
I wonder if he was as terrified
As I was at 13.
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I think he might have spoke,
But I don't recall what he said.
I remember my heart stopped
And I remember that I'm dead.
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I waited 20 years,
For the day that I'd die.
It was gorgeous and petrifying,
Just as it was in life.
Guys can be girly and girls can be guyly.
I got bored one night,
So I asked my heart to think,
And my brain to feel.
And man oh man,
Shit got real.
I'm starting to get it.
I'm not angry anymore.
I know that I'm tired,
But the anger is leaving.
What a wild dinner guest he was.
Always up in arms about something.
But now he leaves changed and quiet,
With a pink slowly appearing in his cheeks.
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He's tired now,
And at long last,
He sleeps.
I want to meet the universe at a party. I want to tell her she looks nice. I hope I can make her smile. I bet I could make her laugh. I bet she laughs like rolling thunder. A deep chuckle. A cackling roar.
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One day we'll beat the bad guys. Someday, we'll stop the wars.
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But for tonight, I catch her eye. And yes! I made her smile.
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And we dance, holding each other for a long, long while.
God: What was your first word?
Paige: It was blue.
God: Would you say that you're a blue person?
Paige: I feel things deeply and writing helps me sort out the knots. That's why I first started writing - to get what's in my head, out.
God: What sorts of things did you write?
Paige: Well, I started out by writing songs.
Sounds of Paige
Eye of Paige
Paige
God: So you're a photographer too?
Paige: I'll work photography gigs from time to time. I think photographs are beautiful little time capsules, however, it's not my favorite form of expression. I prefer operating cameras on set.
God: Why's that?
Paige: 'Cuz I love movies.
Heart of Paige
God: What do you do when your brain gets too loud?
Paige: I try to listen to my heart. It's hard, but I try. I write, I get outside, I smell the flowers.
Paige: Dandelions.
God: What's your favorite flower?
God: Aren't they a weed?
Paige: Aren't you a weed?
God: What?
Paige: What?
