Lara

In Spring’s wet light, the wind is black and blows, stars come out like ice, no matter how we moan, the chill is fierce and bold, it knows we're not at home, with all our wild delight, and the love to roam, absence features in all goodnights, let love stifle our groans, even on the ‘phone, it’s precious when we’re gone, if different places bring us sight, tell us when we're cold, no matter what our time, in this short credit zone, how did you not know, my name is on what’s loaned, we cannot live alone.

Kay

Have you ever thought, she interrogates my face, about the misery you’ve wrought, do you think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's disgrace, to see what could have been, full of trouble and doubt, her Catholic eyes dilate, at some furious space without, for your part she screams, I might be some other place, a last supper shorn of dreams, an icon is on the wall, please don't hesitate she says, to cast my penance overall, a wild wind stalks the sea, she is like unleavened hate, the beat of her soliloquy, sings to me escape..

Joni

Talk like that she hisses, why don't you make a fuss, love isn't in the distance, powdered she emerges into light, an image of first resistance, a fragrance of cold tar nights, others are more insistent, they’re not part of us, ten days it’s been like this, an epiphany not yet sighted, she’s betrayed at every instant, who will return her rights, they give a final twist, different points at every thrust, she's caught within a prism, purge of contract pulled tight, no ships unfurl her bust, or poets chant on high, her dreams come to this?

Ita

Don’t tempt me with youth, leave me high on dreams, melt me lemon blue, ply your perfumes and bows, and easy ballet scenes, rather than be alone, create lovely tunes, dance dainty as a bee, smother me in yellow glue, boil away my bones, and gently tease, where I need to follow, my pink satin shoes, splay like tambourines, over blistered plastered toes, don't let me near the phone, if you’ve someone else to see, one kiss won’t quell my groans, nor visions of the sea.

Hayley

Our love of Tort, is a needling desire, an easy rush for justice, the legal spirit, like a cold fish knife, provides our morning biscuit, we would never draw, around soft midnight, the burdens we’re borne, our demons live with it, amongst candlelit signs we’re pushed to our limits, no matter what the call, a tide breaks the line, ours is an uneven chorus, we stumble unforgiven, your situation is dire, expect no remission, we’ve done what we can.

Ginny

I am sinking slowly, we are leaving from Palermo, eat linguini think about home, but haven't got the energy, she is such a generous soul, this friend of moral jeopardy, Italy’s in my bones, a five and dime alone, very different from New York, where we work unhappily, but share an equable tone, since our time on Trapani, men who want to phone, ask us where we’re going, fail to grasp our throne, the sun in train breaks free, nothing’s like being exposed, she paints her face for security, I wear yellow and groan.

Francesca

You'd gamble anything, one of us says, including your wedding ring, I wonder after kissing your lips, watching waves in the bay, the harbour alive with ships, what is it that makes you sing, salt and perfume not far away. chasing numbers with the wind, you caress your finger tips, smoke cigarettes kneel to pray, giving out as you came in, maybe you can smile, that certain image you make, hung before us in the air, a song sweetens everything, including all the nights betrayed, conceals all the little flings, take them to your grave.