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Film Reels Burn Faster Than You’d Believe, Ben R.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 23, 2017 · Add Comment
Brooklyn Cafe, March 1st, 2017 Ben and Ricky were having a conversation. I took a liking to them. They were so darn bright. I asked them to write poems. It’s so wonderful to get two stranger poems at the same time. They were in the same conversation but their poems were [...]
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I Said Red, But Talked Blue, Ricky G.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 20, 2017 · Add Comment
Brooklyn Cafe, March 1st, 2017 They were across from me at the cafe. One was wearing a Columbia sweatshirt. I’ve been teaching Columbia students for years, but I almost never get to hear them converse outside of class. I eavesdropped. I couldn’t help it. They were charming. It was the speed [...]
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You Don’t Need to Make Ears on a Pussy Hat, Judy T.

By Madeline Schwartzman On March 10, 2017 · 1 Comment
2 train, 72nd Street to Clark Street Station, February 2nd, 2017 Judy had a protest sign and was glowing in pink. She had written a wonderful chant. I thought it would make a good poem, but she preferred to send me a new one. She was on her way to a protest. [...]
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It’s Snowing Right Now: Daniel G.

By Madeline Schwartzman On February 23, 2017 · Add Comment
Dumbo Cafe, Januadey 14TH, 2017 He’s a Disney animator on an adventure. He purchased a one way ticket from LA to NYC. This was his first NYC snow. Snow equals love for many of us. It’s snowing right now, the kind of snow that you hear about and only see on [...]
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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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