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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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Barbara Thomas


Melina's Taverna

Walking from Red Beach
after swimming in the crystalline sea
we climb over rust colored cliffs
to lunch at Melina’s Taverna
near the site of Akrotiri.*

A child is fishing on the pier,
where the owner leads us to a wooden
table by the sea. He asks us to pick out
our own fresh bream for him to grill.

Children are playing cards in
the dark back room laughing,
a black lab barks,
surf crackles rocks on the shore.

I am near tears,
over longing
for this way of life – disarming hospitality,
kind gestures, a palpable ethos of care.

My mother often said,
people in the old country were not poor in spirit.
When she left Northern Epirus*her family
cut strings of attachment with ferocity.

One remaining string carried me back
to see what was lost. The family at the table
next to us nod and smile. We share fish and bread,
a finale of raki, and something sweet.





*Akrotiri: Minoan settlement on Santorini
*Northern Epirus: once part of Greece, now Albania
*raki: anise-flavored aperitif