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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

Frank Polizzi


Memorabilia

In my angular attic
the spiders have been weaving
for the past fifty years.
I came across
some yellowed letters
hidden at the bottom of a drawer,
stashed away long ago
in my memory banks.
lost images flipped thru
like an old movie calendar,
following the script in front of me.
I put the notes down
and a claddagh ring fell out
from one of the envelopes,
turning in errant directions,
hitting the grey floor.
I picked the ring up,
held it up to the vanishing light
and placed it on the oak piece,
looking straight ahead.
Seeing a much older face
in a mirror of corroded silver
above the chest,
I could sense the sundown
edge outside my window.