Tonight is the end of the Saint Gennaro Feast. I never got to make it to the Most Precious Blood Church on Mulberry street, where during the feast this beheaded Saint’s blood suddenly ? How I love Little Italy, let me count the ways. I met a fascinating few women at the Italian American Writers booth during the feast. The essays on the discursive power of language amongst the populus rich and poor is in essence currency or gold itself. The silence must end and the rich interior life of Italian Americans embroidered words put to cloth is a must!