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Spring 2015


The Harbor of the World
- O. Arieti
Those Italian Boys
- I. Backalenick
Friendless Featherheads
- G. Beck
- K. Cain
- J. Campbell
King Street Comanche
- B. Foster
- L. Giulianetti
Poets Out of Service
- M. Johnson
Irish Farmer
- L. Kumar
Communion Portrait
- J. Lagier
- M. Lisella
Connemara 2004
- C. Lloyd
Carrying Grandpa
- M. Lyon
The Saying of Mass
- C. Moore
Taking You home
- J. Mulligan
- P. Murray
- P. Nicholas
Resurrecting Easter Sunday
- L. Pierro
Dublin Spirts
- F. Polizzi
Nun Ponnu/They Cannot
- N. Provenzano
- K. Retzlaff
- C. Steinhoff
Strawberry Pickers, Cyprus
- J. Tarwood
Melina's Tarverna
- B. Thomas
No News
- R. Tremmel
- R. Volz
Broadway Bagel
- C. Wald
Taking My 8-Year-Old Daughter to Hear Seamus Heaney
- L. Wiley
My Mother Had a Relationship with Good Bread
- C. Young
Sicilian Traces
- A. Znaidi

Spring 2015


- J. Amato
Moving Day, 1897
- D. Corrigan
My Madeleine
- F. Dunne
A Review Of Italoamericana: The Literature Of The Great Migration, 1880–1943
- G. Fagiani
The Immigrant's Grandson
- J. Giordano
Review of The Glass Ships
- R. Crupi Holz
A Sunday Afternoon
- R. Iulo
Dark Idyll
- T. Sanfilip
The Choir Book
- G. Sullivan
Review of My Two Italies
- T. Zeppetella

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Catherine Wald

Broadway Bagel

We come.
Every morning we come.
Not for egg sandwiches
or puffed-up pastries
not for consistently
cheap and mediocre coffee
not to soak up vibes of
craggy regulars disoriented
European tourists discursive
profs harried nannies
not because se habla espanol
not for truck exhaust and occasional
blown-in trash not for syrupy
pop music played mercifully low
not for the ATM
not for sculpturesque mounds
of flavored cream cheese
on display not even because
it’s only a block and a half a-

We come because the Bodhi-
sattva* behind the counter always
wears his Yankee cap never
loses his cool always displays a
smile so wide it threatens to crack his
cheeks. (Seriously – I worry
about this all the time.)
How does a grown man
father probably of many children
look fourteen for years on end;
maintain his aura on his feet all
day in this shabby joint
making sure bagels
are lightly toasted or dark
coffee is light or dark
whether customers’ moods are
light or dark?

We come we chew we muse
and mull and we will continue to
come back until this mystery is

*In Buddhism, a person who strives for enlightenment for the sake of all humankind