FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2009

Poetry

The Shepard
- D. Bastianutti
In Grandfather's Garden (Nel Giardino del Nonno)
- L. Calio
A, E, I, O, U
- C. Carielli
Sappho Spoke for the Heartbroken
- T. Casa
Girl at the Deli
- B. Curley
Concupiscence
- L. Dolan
Caserta
- ellen
Size in Sicily(Misura in Sicilia)
- G. Fagiani
Litany of San Vito
- G. Fagiani
Legacy
- V Fazio
Descending
- D. Feela
Tasseomancy, My Grandmother and the Old Irish Art of Reading Tea Leaves
- M. Flannery
Never
- H. Fox
The Art of Giving
- K. Gerard
A Pair of Boots
- A. Guruianu
My Italian Farther Gives Birth
- J. Herman
Irish Linen
- K. Kenny
Empty Chairs
- M. Lisella
When I Lived a Short Distance Away
- K. Machan
Siren Song
- V. Maher
Montale's Lemons
- L. Mullenneaux
The Meditations of Beckett
- R. Murphy
Fear of Flying
- T. O'Connor
Zampogna
- F. Polizzi
What I Write About
- D. Pucciani
A Catalog of Irish Birds
- C. Reyes
Upon Rediscovering My Ancestors' Home In an Ancient Italian Town
- M. Saba
Thistles - Elgy for Vincent Scambray
- K. Scambray

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2009

Prose

Oh, Glass
- R. Brown
The Summer of Love
- C. Bruni
The Doll (A Pupa)
- R. Del Borrello
Il commentario sul libro, Italia – Irlanda: Cultura e Valori (Bonanno Editore) Commentary on the book, IRELAND AND ITALY: Culture and Values (Bonanno Editore)
- E. Farinella
Review of Carol Bonomo Albright & Joanna Clapps Herman’s anthology, WILD DREAMS: The Best of Italian Americana (Fordham University Press)
- R. Holz
Bury Aunt Rosie...A Rosie by Any Other Name
- R. Junker
An Grá – Slabhra An Nádúir? (Love - A Chain of Nature?)
- M. Walsh

FEATURED ARTIST
Richard Holz

BIOGRAPHIES

Contributors

Lisa Mullenneaux

Montale’s Lemons Shoals of tiny fish swim up and down and back and forth among your five lands — collegiates, hikers, day trippers, the newly wed. You who loved ironies cannot imagine how many cram the coastal train that bears your name to eat calzone and drink sweet Sciacchetrà. Sons of fishermen you knew by name, dropping their anchovy nets at night, casting for bream, grape growers, squeezing life from salt-scarred earth, harbor your words incised on every scabrous rock that sing of lemons, lemons fat and firm in groves that hug the terraced cliffs of Monterosso.