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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

Terry S. Johnson


A Kind of Sacrament

The pig slaughtered
meat scraped from the bone
intestines soaked in sweet

lemon water. The men knead
the spiced mince, their warm hands
deep in huge tubs usually reserved

for women’s wash. Flesh eased
through soft guts, expanding,
an act as intimate as sex itself.

Weeks later, the dried salami is sliced
thin, a communion wafer enjoyed without
forgiveness, without guilt.