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Caseworker Determining Eligibility

Caseworker Determining Eligibility Cabrini-Green Projects Chicago The child, age two, hammocked in the half moon of his mother’s arms, is locked in palsy, yet moves an eyelid as I ask, moves the other as his mother answers, application form interrogation. The father was a white policeman. “Curiosity,” the mother says. “No more. I didn’t go with him for money.” Donal Mahoney

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Date: 4/8/2010 7:27:00 PM
Incredibly well done, Donal. I've read several of your posts tonight and am at a loss to understand why there are not more comments at the bottom of each. This one, in particular, really pulls at me. I love your presentation, the unique clarity of the details you've woven in and the understated (but altogether real) profundity of the moment being conveyed. Potent, really. Clearly, you have a poet's heart.... both a blessing and a curse in this mad, mad world of ours.
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