Kristina

God is my breakfast test, summer within a lover's storm, don't i feel blessed, smiling dangerously, with her twigging lymphoma, the troubles start with me, howling with tremendous being, her complaints grow enormous, she’s a lightning seed, for her own epiphany, a thunderous performance, before even Dejeuner, music roars from her Beat box, a fist inside me claws, opens another bottle, a Samuel Beckett palimpest, acting like she's never been born, please give it a rest, we dance around the floor. .

Janessa

Here's a thought for you, do you wonder who comes first, with all your time to rue, wish I’d never been born, ask if i thirst, when summer breaks its form, your canticle, the sea is blue, leaves you little time for mirth, or know each homeless fugue, was it by book or 'phone, you palmed your lies well versed, to know how i'd blow, will you try again this evening, to run cursed, from those lonely dreams, debts unpaid and hate accrues, stars and sails converse, they reach beyond your pew, it’s not me you scare.

Julia

Wind hush,bog splashed ruin, where is self besides the night, a simple wakening to love, then the breath rushes, like an Arctic skite, other times a jungle crush, we wrap ourselves in covers, under fear of dying, orange trees leaves whisper, sooth a city's muffled din, a snuffled dry exercise, more than her shuddered sin, how different this dark room, to other imaginary fights, my partner says we're doomed, other bars, twilight, rain gloom, she bites me, i ask her why, she sniffs and hums a tune, says I’m stupid to lie.

Honey

She was sinking slowly, we are leaving red Palermo, we eat pizza and think of home, it takes energy to roam, she is such a generous soul, this girl has stripped my bones, she's an Italian lover, a five and dime honey down home, but different from New York, where she works unhappily, we keep up a chatterful tone, since our time on Trapani, men who want to reach us, try to circle our thrones, fade into yellow nothingness, sunlit train tracks groan, nowhere like where we're going, she doesn't want to moan, paints her face for show.

Haya

Those highland whistles, lets you know, what her people would chisel, the corridor sourball blue, their wiles will show, her dancing smile in tune, garroted by your ready steps, she hurts you with her no, still looking above the crest, a knife wound to the sea, a young woman free to bestow, love to lowland harmony, the engine screaming, you realise by winter furlough, she’s not done dealing, for the lands of the thistle, she’ll only warm her toes, stifle yawns around a chasm, dream of places to go.

Fara

This fluctuating strumpet year, is going to be different lady, in our briny bumbling tears, everything here to regale us, we go down to the city by train, the long journey of August, cocaine is our baby, we accept her burnt cheer, hailing us to the cradle, ease of lovers in our trading, Sparta, Corinth, Ainsdale, please end these days, we are lazy please show me, no need to feel ashamed, the peace of Aquinas, tell me there is nothing to fear, or go money crazy, remind me of what is here, heal my mess find a way.

Evana end Sept 2016 starts up another series Molly 3 above from unused/modified poems page 13 down

Give me my broken jewels, let me laugh through tears, you won't dance with fools, under cold white stars, golden waters hold no fear, you can’t stand the bars, my dreams are further shores, don't bring others near, give me money for my chores, when you smile i remember, those ached for years, when you were tender. turn your head, mouth a kiss, make me not want to hear, how could i ever resist, stronger fates in your rule, your perfume costs me dear, lemon being is my school, meaning very clear.