
Some of my earliest literary memories are of reading The Hobbit out loud to myself in the backyard. I loved the way the words sounded in my mouth, and the emotion and images they conjured within me. This love eventually brought me to Shakespeare. I’d stage elaborate readings to my dog or horse, savoring the sounds. When I had kids, reading poetry became a daily thing. We read everything from Shel Silverstein to Robert Frost. We found poetry in music, and the way we played.
While I never fully developed my skills or studied poetry, a few years ago I started writing it. I’ve met some incredible people here and at poetry readings and I’m even writing my own collection.
I hope you enjoy my words, and if you have any questions or would like to work together, contact me at bridgettetales@gmail.com.
Happy reading.
Poetry: 100 Day Recap (Or Why I Did This Thing To Myself)
A recap of my 100 day poetry project.
poetry: hallway
98/100 poems in a new series
poetry: almost
97/100 poems in a new series
poetry: roost
96/100 poems in a new series
poetry: can you see me
95/100 poems in a new series
poetry: inhale deeply
94/100 poems in a new series
poetry: just lean close, please
91/100 poems in a new series
poetry: leaning lavender
90/100 poems in a new series
poetry: we gather
89/100 poems in a new series
poetry: tonight, part two
88/100 poems in a new series