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Spring 2011


- R. Baldasty
Beloved Albatross
- D. Bastianutti
From Trã Bãn
- K. Cain
The Current (La Corrente)
- L. Calio
Down with the King
- M. Cirelli
May Mass – 1957
- L. Dolan
- G. Fagiani
Persephone’s Devotion to Her Mother
- M. Fazio
- V. Fazio
- D. Festa
L’Amour, L’Amour on Summer Afternoons (L’Amour, L’Amour D’estati Filuvespiri)
- M. Frasca
- S. Jackson
- W.F. Lantry
Little Swift
- R. León
Since You Asked
- M. Lisella
Dublin 2010
- V. Maher
39 Fifth Avenue
- C. Matos
Sunrise in Sicily
- A. O’Donnell
Watching Monzú at Work
- F. Polizzi
L’incontru (Rendezvous)
- N. Provenzano
Propriu Quannu Sta Scurannu (When the Day Is Almost Over)
- N. Provenzano
Bones (Le Ossa)
- D. Pucciani
- E. Swados
Mount Etna
- G. Syverson
Poet Jack Foley Says, “We’re Not Writing for Eternity
- J. Wells
Lord of Winter
- A. Zanelli

Gil Fagiani


Cuncetta lays out trays
of crushed tomatoes
to be dried on her fire escape.
She’s making Sunday sauce
for her husband’s family,
fifteen mouths of perpetual hunger.

Above Ninetta holds a spray bottle
her mother uses when ironing.
She sprays out the window,
watching droplets gleam in the sunlight,
laughs when a gust of wind blows
water in her face.

Hoooh! Assassino! Assassino!
Cuncetta bellows, as Ninetta’s mother
runs into the room. “Ch’è successo?”
she says, sticking her head out the window.
My tomatoes are being ruined
by one of your brats,
” Cuncetta yells.

“Mannaggia ‘merica! – Damn America!”
Ninetta’s mother cries.
Why did my husband drag me
to this infernal place, far from
my village, with its soothing sounds
of sea waves and church bells,
its lemon orchards and honey lumps
of figs, away from papa and mamma
my brother and sisters.

She stamps her feet, bites her knuckles,
grabs the bottle out of Ninetta’s hands,
slapping her in the arms, face, legs,
leaving her to whimper all afternoon
in a corner of the hallway.