FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2007

Poetry

Cells Remember the Dark Mother
- L. Calio
Civil Twilight
- J. Campbell
Thirteen and Taken to Italy
- A. DiGennaro
Grandpa’s Wine
- G. Fagiani
scenes from an immigrant’s north
- J. Farina
Ritual
- V. Fazio
Embellishing an Irish Bible
- M. Flannery
My Father
- P. Franchini
Antietam’s Bloody Lane
- M. Galvin
Vulcano
- D. Grilli
Cuchulain Looks West from the Cliffs of Moher
- J Hart
Appolonia Remembers Her Wedding Day
- A. Iocavino
Dessert
- R. Leitz
The Same
- M. Lisella
Captured
- S. Mankerian
Penetration
- D. Massengill
On “Tuscan” Things
- N. Matros
Paddy Morgan
- D. Maulsby
Dreaming in Italian
- T. Mendez-Quigley
The Groom’s Lament
- J. Mulligan
Burns Supper
- K. Muth
Santorini
- P. Nicholas
Pop
- J. Nower
Tango, Tangere, Tetigi, Tactum
- M. O'Connor
My Italian Name
- J. Pignetti
A New Life with Bianca
- F. Polizzi
St. Anthony of Padua
- D. Pucciani
Chocolate Craze
- F. Sarafa
Black Irish
- J. Wells

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2007

Prose

King Arthur in the Enchanted Garden of Mt. Etna
- E. Farinella
Review of Gil Fagiani’s ROOKS
- S. Dickinson
Review of Helen Baolini’s A CIRCULAR JOURNEY
- R. Holz

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BIOGRAPHIES

Contributors

Gil Fagiani

GRANDPA’S WINE Grandpa liked the sun and sat in our backyard in an aluminum beach chair reading Il Progresso Italo Americano smoking cigars with his name on the wrapper and drinking his wine. He drank it from fancy glasses punch glasses empty peanut butter jars fruit jam jars poured it ruby-red over berries peach slices crumbled cookies tapioca pudding. Freddy said the wine stunk swearing he could smell it three blocks away. It was Freddy who told me Italians only built brick houses blew their nose through their fingers and had savage tempers. He said he once saw an Italian laborer -- part of a work gang laying water mains on Hope Street -- shit in a ditch in front of oncoming traffic.