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I Was Pacing: Beth R.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 9, 2018 · Add Comment
F train, 14th Street Station, March 8th, 2018 After a hiatus, I jumped back into the poetry finding saddle. Brought my notebook, decided to begin on my ride home. Beth was pacing on the platform. She looked bright, had a notebook, looked like a possible poet, looked like she had [...]
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365: Barnabas W.

By Madeline Schwartzman On December 15, 2017 · Add Comment
Kolding Restaurant, November 9th 2017 At a restaurant in Kolding Denmark, this super energetic Kolding faculty member agreed to write a poem. I’m starting up again, after pausing in 2017 to reboot and come to terms with the changes in the United States. I need to talk to strangers, now more than [...]
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Excellent Beauty: Kurt K.

By Madeline Schwartzman On July 18, 2017 · Add Comment
Kurt passed away yesterday, doing what he loved: hiking on a trail in the Berkshires. He led me to many lovely trails. I used to overhear him tutoring a friend in Sanskrit. He knew a great deal about many things. He will be very missed. On this day at Fuel Cafe, he offered [...]
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The Stars Were Stormy and Electric, Emmaline E.

By Madeline Schwartzman On June 25, 2017 · Add Comment
3 train, West 4th Street Station to Chambers, February 2, 2017 I rarely ask high school students. They’re on a different schedule. The few I’ve asked I had mistaken for college students. Such was the case with Emmaline, a song writer. She was self-possessed and unhesitating. I’m always left wondering how [...]
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The Gasman Pumps my Fresh Steed, Hannah R.

By Madeline Schwartzman On May 22, 2017 · Add Comment
Dumbo Cafe, March 19th, 2017 Two young women were sitting near me. They appeared to be studying and they sounded smart. My poetry meter peaked and so I asked. Usually I write the encounter and biography, but Hannah, a student at a localish college, provided me with her own: Dancer, fledgling [...]
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Man is Mind: Johnny Lee

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 25, 2017 · Add Comment
14th Street Station, April 12th 2017 He sat across from me on the train. I asked him what he was making. “A hat, he said. “With fine silk.” I moved to the seat next to him asked him to write a poem. He teaches Tai Chi and crocheting. He’s a Vietnam [...]
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A Coney Island on my mind, Mark R.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 20, 2017 · 2 Comments
New York, NY, 2000’s Mark is the first poet I ever met. Back in college I thought he was ridiculous for writing poetry. He was ahead of me in his sense of himself as a writer, and in his expanded idea of what writing is. I was the ridiculous one. This is Mark’s [...]
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Unmasking, Jeanette W.

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 13, 2017 · 1 Comment
3 train, April 30th, 2017 “As promised.” What a nice phrase. Jeanette was seated on my left. It was the usual commiseration about something or someone on the train that led us to start chatting. I asked and she agreed to write a poem, but she said she’d write and send it later. [...]
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 I am a Ghost of Everything I Knew, Rob G. 

By Madeline Schwartzman On April 7, 2017 · Add Comment
Cafe, March 26th, 2017 I sat next to Rob in a cafe. He was drawing a portrait of a woman. He showed me some of his earlier work – portraits and vacant-eyed rabbits with graphic novel-style statements about self-perception. We chatted about art, about his situation, about “giving up.” I found out that [...]
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Gratitude, Jackie F.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 27, 2017 · Add Comment
F train, February 20th, 2017 I call some women on the train “New York City royalty.” They have lived here their whole life. They are wise. Elegant. They embody New York. They make you feel good. They teach you something. Jackie is one of these women. She sat next to me [...]
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