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Growing in Grace, Darlene F.

By Madeline Schwartzman On June 1, 2018 · Add Comment
2 train, Fulton to 72nd Street, May 31st, 2018 She was humming. That’s always a good sign. She was kind to everyone, and in such a good mood. Growing in grace I have been rejected and scorned by strangers family, Religion has not been kind but still I am fine. I’ve been on [...]
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A Girl Got a Present, Isabel J.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 18, 2018 · Add Comment
1 train, 116th Street to 96th Street, May 2nd, 2018 The youngest poet of the project! Her mom wrote it down as Isabel dictated and illustrated it. A girl got a present and a penny she got an invitation to the party! Read a poem by Rowan W.
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Not a Hint of Better, Rowan W.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 17, 2018 · Add Comment
F train, 34th Street to York St., May 16, 2018 I saw his trench coat first, then his sneakers, then his face: creative, stylish, thoughtful. He jumped right in. He writes music and produces. Have a listen here. On this day full of suspense not a hint of better. Approached [...]
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Stranger on the Train; Rebecca L.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 11, 2018 · Add Comment
A train, High Street to Spring Street, May 10th, 2018 She was reading Farenheit 451. I asked if she had seen the movie. It’s one of my favorites. We had a nice chat about 1984 and our current dystopia. She’s an embroidery artist. stranger on the train how many spontaneous [...]
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Apologies: Tyra M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 1, 2018 · Add Comment
A train, West 4th: March 28th, 2018 A cute couple at the 14th Street station. They yelled to a woman across the platform, “I like your…” I asked them and they both agreed. Then a third woman agreed to write – a record for Poems by New Yorkers. We exited the train at [...]
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Cairo Passages: Beth S.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 26, 2018 · Add Comment
2 train, 96h Street to Clark Street, April 23rd, 2018 I hadn’t see her in over fifteen years. I love when people decline at first, deliberate, and then take the book. I like the freshness of her poem, and reports of our interaction. Cairo Passages Back to NYC Ran into Maddy on [...]
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Life is a Struggle, Patricia M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 24, 2018 · Add Comment
2 train, April 9th, 2018 She sat next to me. This was a poem for hire. Life is a struggle don’t you know I am homeless but that’s OK I believe in a higher power I trust an believe that everythings going to be OK as long as I can [...]
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Black Girl Not Lost: Anonymous

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 19, 2018 · Add Comment
4 Train Atlantic Ave to 59th Street, April 18th, 2018 I had bypassed my stop for another poet. At Atlantic I saw her construction helmet. I had just read a Crains article that said only three percent of construction workers are women. We rode togethe, had a riot, and she [...]
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Sneaker: Kathy M.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 13, 2018 · Add Comment
2 train, 96 Street to Fulton, March 28th, 2018 Her son adopted a naughty little cat when he was living in New Delhi, India. Now Sneaker lives in Brooklyn and has a very clever sitter. Sneaker Curled up on the couch Waiting for the next cat sitter to arrive Curious? [...]
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I Need Some Closure: Kevin B.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 20, 2018 · Add Comment
8th Street Station, 6 train, March 12, 2018 Four high school friends start beating on the subway door and reciting rhymes. I love it. I approach, ask them to write for Poems by New Yorkers. Wary of this weirdo approaching them on an empty car, they kindly oblige me, get off the [...]
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