• Poetry

    To the Smog-Filled Sun Beams of Santiago de Cuba

    by Sarah Felder   Children line up asking for gifts– They gleam in their dirty American Popular-cartoon-t-shirts– Don’t worry someone will take you home Tonight: feed you the American way, love You the American way: through money, through Candy, and through camera lenses. [divider] The social clubs are home to old ghosts dancing They forgot where they parked their cars after A few too many gin martinis, whirling olives. I collect their reassuring winks, put their memories Into clickable slides, hold their faces in sea shells And dead coral. [divider] You can’t take a picture of this: Sun bleached blue, yellows and whites, The salt tarnished sea-wall on the high-way, The undiluted smell…

  • Poetry

    Thirteen Ways of Looking at Present Tense

    by Sarah Felder   I Valentines Day, North Philadelphia we dance until dawn; wild limbs lift like dust. I fall asleep on your floor again. I feel your bones through the wood; I lay like leather and don’t move for hours. II we sit parked by the river. you collect your thoughts; pick them off the ground like change and I’m on currency again, my body drops into the seat. III it rains heavily today. I lose my skin on the walk. I lean over to pick up a quarter. my watch hits the pavement  and breaks open. I forget the time. IV you are a mirror inside of my…

  • Poetry

    A Carpet of Lights Over a Dark Thing

    by Sarah Felder   Layers. Layering/folding over Gates of houses Following snow trails this is The first snow I’ve Seen that sticks to the Curves of Octobers ancient Lettering: throws, hurls itself At those hard to reach Creaks of hour to hour life; Divorce, inside of its magenta Creases a monotonous color like The underside of velvet Textile; the insecurities; Pull of feeling on the backside Of cheekbones (she tells me her Translucent tear ducts are blocked, They only flow every six months)   March is the month that cold lives In only in New England though Glows on our white faces Dry, skin, backs of our hands, White with…