FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2006
Poetry
Eritrea My Ithaca
- L. Calio
Escape
- P. Corso
Losing a Country
- M. C. Delea
Inclined
- EF Di Giorgio
A Sicilian in Potter’s Field
- G. Fagiani
a color called family
- J. Farina
The Past
- M. M. Gillan
Don’t Speak
- D. Gioseffi
Sharkia
- G. Hanoch
The Old Blatherskites
- T.S. Kerrigan
Seal Woman’s Lament
- C. Loetscher
Barefoot
- C. Lovin
L'amara Primavera
- Q. Marrone
Understudy
- L. A. Moseman
Brooklyn and America
- F. Polizzi
Death of Brahan Seer
- T. Reevy
For Sean Sexton
- T. Sexton
The City at the Center of the World
- A. Verga
Right Angles
- R. Viscusi
Agrigento
- J. Wells
FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2006
Prose
No Matter How Far
- L. Dolan
Ireland and Sicily: Two Islands
- E. Farinella
Southern Exposure
- M. Lisella
Because She Was
- J. O’Loughlin
Flying
- P. Schoenwaldt
Review of DANCES WITH LUIGI
- T. Zeppetella
FEATURED ARTIST
Melissa Kennedy
BIOGRAPHIES
Contributors
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FOR SEAN SEXTON OF COOLMEEN While visiting Limerick , I read in the localpaper how you discovered nine of your cows dead in the high pasture when you went to gather them for the evening's milking and how you led the singed and blind survivor down to the barn where it bawled all night. Why lightning from a quickly clearing sky? Why the heifer bought with all your savings? If I had driven to Coolmeen, we could have watched the western sky for comets, celestial debris our ancestors called the tears of saints. And naked, painted like two ancient Gaels, walked the hills reciting the misfortunes of our name – the cattle stolen and the tower sacked, until the sea itself was wet with tears. |