FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2010

Poetry

Tra gli Aranci (Among the Orange Trees)
- C. Aliberti
Winter in the Valley
- L. Basile
The Red Heather of Stenness
- W.K. Buckley
Holy Water (Acqua Biniditta)
- L. Calio
Landfall – Western Ireland
- K. Cain
Pizza by Vespa
- D. Cartaina
Screaming Like a Banshee
- B. Curley
Foreign Exchange – Armagh, 1965
- L. Dolan
The Little Flower Dethrones the Artichoke King
- G. Fagiani
The Urge to Dream
- D. Festa
A Blessing on Irish Women
- M. Flannery
Red Door
- CB Follett
Family Portrait (Ritrattu di Famigghia)
- M. Frasca
Language Lessons
- M. Galvin
Aboard the Aran Seabird: Leaving Inishmore
- J. Kearns
La Nebbia Veneziana [Fog in Venice]
- M. Lisella
Bakery Girl
- N. Matros
Envious While Leaving Innis Mor on the Ferry
- R. Moeller
Greeks Have a Word for It
- P. Nicholas
The Sicilian Talker
- J. Novara
Calabria Discovers the Sea
- D. Pucciani
Gun, Knife, Shovel
- E. Schear
My Father’s Religion
- E. Schear
Ancestor Conflict
- J. Wells
The World Has Moved
- A. Zanelli

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2010

Prose

John O’Donohue: The Celtic Soul
- L. Calio
Legami Letterari tra L’Italia e L’Irlanda (Literary Links between Ireland and Italy)
- E. Farinella
The Last Fireman
- R. Junker
Our Lady of the Implantable Defibrillator
- V. Maher
The Blue Cat
- F. Polizzi

FEATURED ARTIST
Andy Kover

BIOGRAPHIES

Contributors

Elaine Schear

Gun, Knife, Shovel He slept in his helmet, stupefied, grit-mouthed, cold half-dry mud advancing into his boots and pants. He dreamed of Monte Cassino, its bleached abbey like the poster at his father’s Brooklyn grocery, which had made him think of God even though he didn’t believe in God. He woke there, propped-up where mortars had sheered though a stone wall just behind. He spit on his glasses, cleaned them whenever he thought it was safe, which was never now. He hated the stuff he had to carry: gun, knife, shovel, until was it yesterday? The shovel saved him, pitched that moment at an odd angle just behind his head. He fell into shrapnel and stone, got dragged by the guy behind him, who he could never repay except to dig a soldier’s tomb into sickened ground.