Margo Berdeshevsky

Margo Berdeshevsky, born in New York City, lives and writes in Paris. Her most recent  collection is Kneel Said the Night (a hybrid book in half-notes) from Sundress Publications. Her Before The Drought, from Glass Lyre Press was finalist for the National Poetry Series. She is author as well of Between Soul & Stone, and But a Passage in Wilderness (Sheep Meadow Press.) Her book of illustrated stories, Beautiful Soon Enough, received the first Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Award for Fiction Collective Two (University of Alabama Press.) Recipient of the 2022 Grand Prize for the Thomas Merton Poetry of the Sacred Award, other honors include the Robert H. Winner Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her works appear in Poetry International, New Letters, The Night Heron Barks, Kenyon Review, Plume, Scoundrel Time, The Collagist, Tupelo Quarterly, Gulf Coast, Southern Humanities Review, Harbor Review, River Heron Review, Pleiades, Prairie Schooner, The American Journal of Poetry, Jacar—One, Mānoa, Pirene’s Fountain, Big Other, Dark Matter: Women Witnessing, Bracken’s “Over Tea and Tears” for Ukraine, among many others. In Europe and the UK, her works have been seen in The Poetry Review, PN Review, The Wolf, Europe, Siècle 21, Confluences Poétiques, Recours au Poème, Levure Littéraire, Under the Radar. Find her reading from her books in London, Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, Honolulu, literary festivals, or—somewhere new in the world. Her “Letters from Paris” have appeared for many years in Poetry International online. Here is one example: : https://www.poetryinternationalonline.com/letter-from-paris-in-march-2019-from-margo-berdeshevsky/

For more information, kindly go to her website at: http://margoberdeshevsky.com

 

  • We Did Not Murder One Another and Kintsugi

    t will be spring  sometime, when the autumn dies, when the thaw melts.
  • Of Silk and Missive & Between Tree and Rocket

    Did our adolescent lips heat once or more under one or many star falls between sands on a northern American
  • As the Land Listens

    Women are gathering on shore after shore after sharp rocked shore
  • IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*


    It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on
  • Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears

    A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
  • FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude

    The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
  • PULSE

    Showers of snow geese.