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S. Annie Fuller Belles
Letres - Poet Lareate 2016
Jeramy Hansen 2009 - 2014
Richard McDowell 2009
“Stand clear of the closing doors please,” and off we went,
leaving Ben and Jenny behind in the heart of it all, the financial core, where seldom, if ever, money is found, and oddly
enough it is sometimes king, but more often whore. Where people pass and hardly glance, but are always rubbing elbows
with “who knows who,” and we headed into Bleeker Street station. And on we went, and on and on. And
crossing Astor Place a man coughed, and the rest of the world fell silent as we waited for the doors to close, and they did,
and we were off again. And I remember I sat in that small cafe and said, “What's holding this place together?”
Two hundred coats of paint, the last of which turned an old East Village meat market into a trendy French cafe. And
he passed like Peter Lorre in “Casablanca,” hair parted, hair separated, and that little black mustache like Jack
Hawkins in Lawrence
of Arabia.
What a strange cafe, what a strange place, what a strange day. If only we knew each other a little better. When
the sound of voices could travel no further than an empty city block. And I walked a lot, and never really talked to
anyone." - Richard
Wendy Arimah 2007
- 2008
“Poetry is intimate to the person who writes it. It’s rare
that eyes from two different sources will share the exact same vision. I
consider my poetry to be personally observational. In my own idealistic fashion, I’d like to think that I can
step into someone’s space and feel what they’re feeling. Judging from body
language and facial expressions, I interpret someone else’s emotions and
mindset." - Wendy Arimah
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