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FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2014

Poetry

My Grandmother’s Sheets
- M. Bouvard
In My Sicilian Cart
- S. Buttaci
Irish Prayer
- N. Byrne
In the VA Hospital
- M. Candela
My Immigrant Grandpa’s Cottage
- A. Curran
Assurance
- F. Diamond
A Dream of Joe
- C. Dodds
He Never Shut Up
- L. Dolan
La Sicilia
- J. Going
A Kind of Sacrament
- T. Johnson
I’m Writing Brochures for Travel Companies
- M. Lisella
Grandmothers Speak
- P. McClelland
All the Way
- J. McKernan
Cahir Castle
- K. Mitchell-Garton
Return to New York
- T. Peipins
Memorabilia
- F. Polizzi
Lu Friscalettu/
The Reed Pipe

- N. Provenzano
At the Protestant Cemetery
- D. Pucciani
Evelyn McHale
- J. Raha
Gerry Summons Up The Past
- G. Sarnat
Doing Her Proud
- M. Trede
My Daughter Wears Her Evil Eye to School
- L. Wiley
Finbarr Enters the Poet’s Mind
- H. Youtt
Beyond the Animal Farm
- C. Yuan

Liz Dolan


He Never Shut Up

But we all loved Tommy’s uncombed locks
his gut busting laughter. Everything
grist for his mill. In the beach house
in the Hamptons he taped
the older guys’ riff on the summer stock
of butts and breasts. He regaled us
with tales of riding the rails in Ozone Park
with Jimmy the Lip and Frankie Fingers.

The air went out of our summer
after Tommy left for Nam. We broiled
on Hot Dog Beach and languished
on a tube in Peconic Bay. After his tour
we expected the true skinny* on the war,
just another tropical cruise.
But he never spoke
of the orange-scorched jungle,
body parts dangling from branches.



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