A year outside brings us to a year inside. Poems of nature, dreams, sensual love. Divided by seasons, the poems explore the range of human experience.
Finding the poems of Elizabeth Bishop. Again. With “The Riverman.”
Surreal poems on work, love, and the ruby moon.
Laughing flames, a tipped candle, chattering gold. Each tweet a poem in itself.
So the three of us tweeted away (49 tweets in all). Then I was given the privilege of crafting our separate poems into one big poem, and we decided to name it in honor of our absent friend.