National Poetry Month, Day 7
Submitted by Hannah Waterman
(he wears rude billboards for wrists, an easy guarantee)
we lick – black air beside whiskey, lips reflecting plum lines
him – tasting more like stale cigarettes than a hurricane’s mortal pride
(while my expression leaks atmospheres – camouflaging his bouquet of fire)
our silhouettes penciled together above colour’s loyal surrender
(he smiles from right to wrong)
unraveling my bare spine’s shouldered-switchblades
and darning the keen curiosity that stiffly fiddles restraint,
clouding each other’s modern science
Poem of the Month 
From Within
Well hi to this person inside
Who can write such beautiful words and take a pen with ink and place these letters so carefully on a page for others to read and think of their inner side
Wanting to understand and explore where life will bring them before they let life go
Searching for reasons only they must find while letting each person be heard
Well hi there to the person inside