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

Ann Curran

My Immigrant Grandpa’s Cottage It took a century for the Irish to tear down my grandfather’s stone cottage and let some other Curran grow cabbage, potatoes, scallions in the family shrine. The old stones disappeared. Nothing remains of the man I knew from a torn photo, an ancient obituary, our first bad heart, early death, whose pastor gave him a key to St. Mary of the Mount Church because he arrived first at daily Mass. I stand alone there by the tiny field. No fireplace for turf-scented tales in Irish. No stone he might have touched before he left a hillside house with its back to Galway Bay.