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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

Teresa Peipins

Return to New York

Midnight July fifteenth

off the airport bus,

past Port Authority,

dragging luggage,

I return to a new America,

a new Times Square.

Street souls no longer

spill out of corners,

no beggars

rattle coins

in cups,

straight out

of Damon Runyon.

 

TKTS recall a golden age.

Dancers in boas, kick

us back to a 50’s trance.

 

Past erased

in a new millennium empire.

Billboards rise over

emporiums,

their product names

burnt in our brains.

Tourists in sneakers, shorts,

push past me

a sidewalk gorged

with pink fed flesh.

 

Consumption is bliss.

Tokyo descends

on New York,

now just as clean.

 

No longer the generator

of tales,

of the young stripper

at the Metropole,

of the bum prying

a shoe loose from

an art installation.

New York memories

flicker and fade

like the Nasdaq quotes.