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…
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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 Notes from this side of the Seine: Paris, winter rides into spring, 2011 Dear ones, Winter was “icumin in, laude sing goddam.” Well it did….
from Margo Berdeshevsky Paris, late autumn, 2010 Dear Ones: I’ve been on the road these recent days. But carrying my European and Parisian-influenced mentality with me along the way,…
from Margo Berdeshevsky Paris, autumn 2010: King Lear: O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man’s…
from Margo Berdeshevsky Paris in June has many—but one—particularly small and yet grand event: Le Marché de la Poésie, a country-fair type idyllic market place, in the middle of the…