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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

Jo Going


La Sicilia

 

Late and still

I come again,

shaking olives from trees,

the pomegranates,

oranges, the lemons.

 

Over the island,

a lingering mist;

ghosts in the ruins

take off their sandles

and in silence, wait.

 

Late and still

again I come,

wind through the garden,

opening the gate

where a black dog barks.

 

Over the stones,

a temple, a mosque,

now church, now shrine,

for god and gods,

goddesses, and I.

 

I am the wind in the branches,

the voice in the stones,

the seed in the fruit,

the cry of the child,

late and still.