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.