FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2013

Poetry

Florentia
- O. Arieti
Leather Dialogues
- D. Bastianutti
Visiting Yeats When The Center Cannot Hold
- A. Cohen
Olive Girl
- M. Crescenzo
Belle Harbor: Hurricane Sandy’s Legacy
- L. Dolan
I Dream I Speak Italian with Grandma
- G. Fagiani
For My Daughter’s Sixth Grade Heritage Project
- K. Falvey
Nativity
-K. Falvey & G. Guida
Here
- M. Fazio
DOSS0 2008
- C. Ferrari-Logan
New York Edifice
- D. Friedman
The Light
- S. Jackson
Cry Baby
- C. Lanza
Un Beso in Cuba
- M. Lisella
Now That You’ve Gone So Long
- M. Maggio
The Relocation of Mint
- S. Mankerian
Passersby
- P. Meshulam
On the Transmigration of the Greek Soul
- C. Mountrakis
Eithela Na Sou Po
- P. Nicholas
In the Cold Night Air
- F. Polizzi
Arvuli A Primavera
- N. Provenzano
Still, Still
- D. Pucciani
Driving on the Left
- C. Stone
Carrickmacross
- G. Tuleja

FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2013

Prose

Remembering Ruth Singing Peggy Gordon
- K. Cain
Johnny on the Spot
- D. Dewey
Interview: Grace Cavalieri on her Italianitá, Poetry and Why It Makes Sense to Read a Poem a Day
- M. Lisella
Green Beans
- J. McCaffrey
Patrick
- M. Ó Conchúir
For the Girl Lying on Her Back in a Field of Yellow
- A. Sunrise

Featured Artist
Renzo Oliva

BIOGRAPHIES

Contributors

Carole Stone

Driving on the Left Here in Ireland’s West, driving the little towns, I say the K’s, Kilkee, Kilrush, Killaloe, spell out the M’s, Milltown, Malbay, Mutton’s Island. The L’s loll on my tongue, Lahinch, Listowel, Lissycassey. Best of all, the B’s, Ballybunnion, Ballyduff, Ballyvaughn. I’ll take any Bally, really. I come to a roundabout and must figure out which turn to take. I swear I will never drive on the left again. The road sign points to Doolin. I’m on to the D’s.