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Sitting Beside Her Mother a Girl on the Mexico City Metro: Stan R.

By Madeline Schwartzman On February 15, 2017 · Add Comment
Facebook, January 30th, 2017 We are strangers, but somehow friends on Facebook. Stan has a gorgeous book of photographs of scenes on subways around the world. Each photo has a poem in it. They don’t show the subway freak show. Instead the photos show a dance of glances and the strange relatedness of [...]
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Zoom Into Yourself on the Train, Kira D.

By Madeline Schwartzman On February 1, 2017 · 1 Comment
4 train to J to F at Delancy / Essex, January 29th, 2017 (technically the 30th) My birthday. The trains were rerouted. It was 1AM and I had no idea how I would get to Brooklyn. A stranger said I could follow her. She was very self-assured and her hair was [...]
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Dissonance: Martin F.

By Madeline Schwartzman On January 26, 2017 · Add Comment
3 train, 96th Street to 14th Street, January 26th, 2017 My train practice has been on hold. It has been too difficult to get the vibe to ask. Today I needed to ask, needed to get back in the swing of talking to someone, if only to counteract the collective nightmare. [...]
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Flurries Coming Down, Isabelle H.

By Madeline Schwartzman On January 25, 2017 · Add Comment
Brooklyn Cafe, January 17th, 2017 Her first snow! She’s a tourist from Australia – a recent college graduate. All the tourists that day were writing about love. Flurries coming down, Mesmerrizing, swirling, white A hot coffee. Numb fingers. Red noses. Remembering that other time We wore all white And people took [...]
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someday I shall die while putting my syllabi together: Thyrza G.

By Madeline Schwartzman On January 15, 2017 · Add Comment
Dumbo Cafe, January 4th 2017 Thyrza works in my cafe. I saw that line on my FB thread. I went to her couch and asked her to write a poem. Macabre, but yes, we all gotta go sometime, and someone will go writing a syllabus. They are necessary, but they are [...]
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Objects to Light Up: Adrian B.

By Madeline Schwartzman On January 7, 2017 · Add Comment
Brooklyn cafe, January 2nd, 2017 First poet of the year! She was journaling, I thought. I half-predicting a no, but feeling optimistic I slid over to her couch. I had it all wrong – she was brainstorming a new video. She was hesitant at first. She works with images, not words. She sat with [...]
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Absorbed in Our Own Worlds, Alex K. P.

By Madeline Schwartzman On January 2, 2017 · Add Comment
2/3 train, September 11, 2013 It’s not easy to ask someone with headphones and sunglasses on, but it’s always worth it. There were many disappointments in 2016, but as a result I find this happening: subway riders are trying harder, wishing holiday greetings, offering up seats and thank you’s, knowing that [...]
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Caffeine High Rising: Ruben G.

By Madeline Schwartzman On December 18, 2016 · Add Comment
Caffeine high rising;
rain on wet pavement falling.
Somewhere in between.
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In America Everythings for Money: Erdal O.

By Madeline On December 6, 2016 · Add Comment
In America
Everythings for money
after that they fuck
your life.
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Feeling Infinite in the Desert: Andrew Q.

By Madeline On December 1, 2016 · Add Comment
I'm Andy
It's lucky I get to go here!
So flat and dry
You feel pressed
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