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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

Diana Festa


A respite from misanthropy,
sparkles, mistletoes and warbling songs -
holiday crowds move in invisible banners,
the philanthropy of the sky.

A horse in Central Park weaves
a buggy through the snow, snorting
puffs of breath in the air. I hold
a woolen scarf, old threads from wartime,
years ago in Italy -
horses neighed on the other side of the wall.

Strangers in the village, we huddled
by a meager fire of chips gathered
from beneath the snow.

A festive bowl of oranges on the table,
we drank water from the well, warmed
by the flames, listened
to donkeys’ and cows’ mournful pleas.
Dogs barked at the fall of the sun.

Rumbles of war again -
and the smell of sulfur, the killing in far lands,
boys sent to wars spawn
by the elders.

I try not to think of blood and death -
not today.
I drink champagne with friends. We toast
to poetry, verses lodged in the throat.