
LETTER FROM PARIS in March, 2019 from MARGO BERDESHEVSKY Untitled The man is quickened to memory a star risen to where none may touch but his poems and this iota…
LETTER FROM PARIS in March, 2019 from MARGO BERDESHEVSKY Untitled The man is quickened to memory a star risen to where none may touch but his poems and this iota…
Letter from Paris April 2017 from Margo Berdeshevsky DARK DAWN THOUGHTS WITH POETRY FOR SUSTENANCE STILL APRIL A grackle fallen on hard sand. One eye on a hunger, singing off-key…
Letter FROM PARIS in November, 2016 FROM MARGO BERDESHEVSKY After… After Fear, the friend says flat voiced as the hollows in collected bones fear, silent as a mouth empty…
LETTER FROM PARIS NOVEMBER 2015 from Margo Berdeshevsky After our Friday the 13th. . . Paris and her mourners…….the images are the same. the images are not the same… I am…
From Margo Berdeshevsky Living in the Shadows of Winter and all the etceteras… It is long. It is cold. It is complicated. It’s Russian roulette, I nod. It can…
LETTER FROM PARIS, autumn 2014 from Margo Berdeshevsky It’s been awhile. But my eyes are open. As always, I want to join in calling in the light. In believing…
LETTER FROM PARIS, autumn 2013 from Margo Berdeshevsky And These boots were made for walkin’… Is my world going to hell? Probably. Yours? Maybe. Probably. Warning: This post may offer…
from Margo Berdeshevsky IT WAS MAY DAY IN PARIS…or WAS IT ONLY THE IMAGE? “Une petit(e) Piece Dieu Nous Benisse.” A coin—a little coin, God Bless us. I noticed that…
from Margo Berdeshevsky IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD…or WAS IT THE IMAGE? Before the winter insisted on being all it’s about, I had thought, I’ll send this letter beginning…
From Margo Berdeshevsky NOTES FROM THIS SIDE OF THE SEINE : May 6, 2012, chants and singing in the streets, the children’s are the very loudest voices… “Hollande, Hollande!” & “Sarkozy, C’est…