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Some words carry weight. Some carry us away, light as feathers. Yours have done both.
This piece is transporting. You’ve taken us from the foul stench and stigma of tenement life, to taking the dirty, unhealthy jobs no one else wanted — – to ultimately celebrating the immigrant spirit. The streets of NY, swept clean by the white winged angels like John Coakely, were cut a dignified path.
January 17th, 2012 at 1:26 pm
A beautiful and thoughtful story. Artful and heart-filled. Love it, Charlie!
January 17th, 2012 at 1:31 pm
That’s thoughtful. Thanks so much, Lucy.
January 18th, 2012 at 10:29 am
Some words carry weight. Some carry us away, light as feathers. Yours have done both.
This piece is transporting. You’ve taken us from the foul stench and stigma of tenement life, to taking the dirty, unhealthy jobs no one else wanted — – to ultimately celebrating the immigrant spirit. The streets of NY, swept clean by the white winged angels like John Coakely, were cut a dignified path.
A masterpiece Charles!
Toni
January 18th, 2012 at 10:54 am
Thanks so much, Toni. If I’m looking for lyrical prose I know where to turn. Very nicely said.
January 18th, 2012 at 10:12 pm
This is beautiful. Images, words, music create a very moving piece.
January 19th, 2012 at 8:56 am
Thank you, Martha.