Two Poems • Sandra Ketcham

Falling off Hinges

A telescope hangs lonely
a fraudulent window,
painted on &
framed by bare walls.

Across the room,
shattered glass mirrors
a paned reflection of
books. They
lend punctuation
to my subtropical thoughts,
add oxygen to this cell.

In my mind
the skies flash orange &
a promise of rain blows
in through the window.

In my mind
you walk
through walls.


Florida Rain

Yesterday was a grey day
full of stacked boxes and
unopened mail
Yesterday was a sticky day
of sugar-coated sky, frothy swollen oceans,
waxy lawns
Yesterday went
dripping through our fingers
like an unused conscience
before we had a chance
to claim it
Yesterday was a grey, melty day
sticky with purple jelly
and lacking punctuation


Sandra Ketcham currently lives in Orlando where she works as a full-time freelance writer and editor. Her poetry is recently published or forthcoming in Bicycle Review, Rusty Truck, Calliope Nerve, Psychic Meatloaf, Counterexample Poetics, and many others.