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To All Mirrors, Jen P.

By Madeline Schwartzman On December 3, 2019 · Add Comment
1 train, 116th street to 14th Street, December 2nd, 2019 Jen is a theater director working on an MFA. I saw her chatting on the platform and sensed she had a poem. There was no negotiation. She said, “Sure!” To all mirrors I have passed a part of soul remains. [...]
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Why So Late? Sari M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On December 1, 2019 · Add Comment
Barnard College Poems by New Yorkers workshop, May 2015. It’s really nice when a group of adults all agree to write poems. Why so late? hum, humm Doctor’s gone? hum hum humm Made me wait. Now it’s over. hum, hum, humm What you say? hum hum humm No apology? hum hum humm [...]
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My Mind is an Empty Wasteland, Rowan M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On November 28, 2019 · Add Comment
Virgin train, Liverpool to London, May 3, 2019 Three siblings wrote poems on the train. That’s a first for this project. They were all very sweet and patient as we waited during a long delay between Liverpool and London. My mind is an empty wasteland The world is a dull [...]
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Crowded, unknown

By Madeline Schwartzman On November 2, 2019 · Add Comment
She sat next to me at Shakespeare & Co bookstore on Lexington Avenue. I lost her name, but I remember the beauty and clarity of her and her poem.        All the times you spend        reading        listening        longing There [...]
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I Can Be Anyone When I’m Riding My Bike, Leila M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On August 1, 2019 · Add Comment
1 train, June 2018 Leila wrote two poems, both of them really good. She just moved back to NYC and I bet she’s zipping down an avenue. I can be anyone when I’m riding my bike I can wear anything and scowl or smile and it doesn’t matter I am [...]
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June 2019, Roger M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On July 7, 2019 · Add Comment
Train from Belfast to Bangor, June 7th, 2019 Roger came to a talk I gave a talk at Liverpool School of Art and Design. As head of innovation at FACT (Foundation for Art and Creative Technology), Roger was one of the sponsors of the talk. He was taken by Poems by New [...]
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Friends…Samuel M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 12, 2019 · Add Comment
Virgin train, Liverpool to London, May 3, 2019 Three siblings write poems while the train sits, delayed by a fatality on the tracks. Samuel agreed to write first. Friends don’t judge you by your hair, Friends can take you everywhere, Friends are happy when you share, We can make friends anywhere. Friends [...]
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Feet on the Ground, Shannon D.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 16, 2019 · Add Comment
Africa OSH – Africa Open Science & Hardware, Ghana, April 2018 Shannon is one of the founders of Publiclab. I was hoping for a remote poem about bats, and Andrew Quitmeyer, who wrote here back in 2016 and was attending Africa OSH, found me a poet under a cloud of creatures. Feet [...]
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Shiloh, Anonymous

By Madeline Schwartzman On November 15, 2018 · 2 Comments
2 train, 96th Street to Clark Street, June 2, 2018. A sweet young boy who was very happy to write a poem. I hope Shiloh is a comfort. This boy has been through a lot. I love this poem. Shiloh is a dog with little small black eyes. A little [...]
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Look, Matteo F.

By Madeline Schwartzman On September 27, 2018 · Add Comment
Dinacon, Thailand, July 6th, 2018 Matteo is a neuroscientist, illustrator and co-founder of The Department of Amphibological Research. His fabulous work studying the tracks of hermit crags – part of the Crab Lab – can be viewed here. Look! don’t Look it’s is it? a Flower maybe [...]
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