Margo Berdeshevsky: Listen….Listen
Or firefly, night-lighter,
what eye can see your ladybird
love’s wingbeat
October 21, 2024 · 12 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: After the Auguries…
Where are medicines for vengeances, where
are cures in what palm of whose open hand.
September 1, 2024 · 9 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: God Bless the Child That’s Got His Own
He says — you will let go he will let go the branch when he is
Ready I nod, yes, he says, climbing the hill from the sea
Where he has gone to wash distance and salt before it comes
June 30, 2024 · 3 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: Beyond My Used-up Words
If I say
what I know of plenty and of empty,
how will I sleep, or dream of herons?
May 30, 2024 · 9 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: Here Is My Body
Invisible, on our lake, our dreamscape, the old blue heron lands.
February 17, 2024 · 6 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: For Autumn, 2023
yet awake to the fallen
leaves—their many many
tiny burning
hands—
November 17, 2023 · 4 Comments
Margo Berdeshevsky: After Fado, At the Elgins
I’m weary of
celibacy he says, eyes on the Elgin Centaurs,
battling warrior-boys forever-father
March 21, 2022 · 1 Comment
