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

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2014

Prose

Plenty of Places
- A. Annesi
The Italian Cultural Garden
- M. De Julio
Dancing with the Best of Them
- J. Duncan
Doña Carmen Dreams Of San Vito 
- G. Fagiani
Stones and Roses
- J. Going
Review of Leonard Covello’s The Heart is the Teacher
- R. Holz
Crates
- J. Kierland
Review of Anthony Di Renzo’s Novella, Trinàcria: A Tale of Bourbon Sicily (Guernica, 2013)
- T. Zeppetella

Featured Artist
Andy Kover

BIOGRAPHIES

Contributors

Marguerite G. Bouvard

My Grandmother’s Sheets were made in the time when the coach and four gave way to motors and the Hapsburg Empire stretched from Western to Eastern Europe so that home was everywhere. They were made of the finest linen, edged with open-work embroidery, skeins of silky flax. My grandmother carried them to America after the war as if they were pages of a cherished book, the ones I lifted out of a hidden trunk after my mother died, and contain my grandmother’s stories, a mingling of Austrian, French and Italian cradled in the glittering arms of Trieste’s harbor. As I smooth them over the mattress. I see my grandmother’s house on Via Cavana where orange trees bloomed in courtyards, where daily life was a ceremony and the past had a place of honor at the table.