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FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2015

Poetry

The Harbor of the World
- O. Arieti
Those Italian Boys
- I. Backalenick
Friendless Featherheads
- G. Beck
Spailpin
- K. Cain
Fashioning
- J. Campbell
King Street Comanche
- B. Foster
Santi
- L. Giulianetti
Poets Out of Service
- M. Johnson
Irish Farmer
- L. Kumar
Communion Portrait
- J. Lagier
Away
- M. Lisella
Connemara 2004
- C. Lloyd
Carrying Grandpa
- M. Lyon
The Saying of Mass
- C. Moore
Taking You home
- J. Mulligan
Departures
- P. Murray
Yiaprakophela
- P. Nicholas
Resurrecting Easter Sunday
- L. Pierro
Dublin Spirts
- F. Polizzi
Nun Ponnu/They Cannot
- N. Provenzano
Kate
- K. Retzlaff
Refuse
- C. Steinhoff
Strawberry Pickers, Cyprus
- J. Tarwood
Melina's Tarverna
- B. Thomas
No News
- R. Tremmel
Signs
- R. Volz
Broadway Bagel
- C. Wald
Taking My 8-Year-Old Daughter to Hear Seamus Heaney
- L. Wiley
My Mother Had a Relationship with Good Bread
- C. Young
Sicilian Traces
- A. Znaidi

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2015

Prose

Augurina
- J. Amato
Moving Day, 1897
- D. Corrigan
My Madeleine
- F. Dunne
A Review Of Italoamericana: The Literature Of The Great Migration, 1880–1943
- G. Fagiani
The Immigrant's Grandson
- J. Giordano
Review of The Glass Ships
- R. Crupi Holz
A Sunday Afternoon
- R. Iulo
Dark Idyll
- T. Sanfilip
The Choir Book
- G. Sullivan
Review of My Two Italies
- T. Zeppetella

Featured Artist
Richard Holz


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Frank Polizzi


Dublin Spirts

Following the lead of Joyce
through the Fair City,
this journey, appearing still foggy to him,
strangely turned into a hologram
of the Irish centuries lined
with other Dublin travelers
Swift/Sheridan/Moore/Wilde/
Synge/Stroker/Gregory/Yeats/
Shaw/Behan/O’Casey/Beckett/

Their holograms were spread
over universities/museums/libraries,
printed first from local hand presses
to worldwide e-versions,
but the soul of their lines
are what will cover him vest-like
against the tragedies
that will surely float around him,
the fog not as close-knit as Irish wear.

When their images rested freely
in his subconscious,
the morning sunlight was
brightened and inspirited
by the words of future Dublin sprites,
Kinsella/Binchy/Doyle/Heaney/O’Neill …