Cathy

Our day is just beginning, i dance arms out wide, Burbo Bank is full of swimmers, she kills me with her thighs, next to me like a bride, she twists her twisted smile, a constant cigarette brimming, drips blue water at my side, a writer for the losers, I won’t say she’ll survive, her likes don't cross the line, like ships upon the tide, she isn’t called for giving, never understands a mother’s why, but doesn't want to sin, i could demand many things, Medea would use the knife, but why when you can sing, just praise the time.

Cally

Deep burnt eyes this January, her work sets her free, even if she loves spiritually, what separates her wooden nails, taut canvas lets her see, painting is a hero game, surrounded by the raging sea, she feels the pull of Liberty, lights her mis en scene. Our Lady frees the pain, in yellow nights of dreams, even if she looks the same, a bravura of scurried fields, maps the bottle, men she weaned, away from that disease, i'm doubtful of her sanctity, a winter of religious scenes, she pencils in another frame, splits another masterpiece. pain, energy, day miss, bliss, christmas, insist those uncertain questions, whip us everyday, to know cruel prison, can they see your feet, the mangrove ticks with heat, no fire or blue reason she won't ever see a horizon of celebrity

Carol

You'd gamble anything, my sister says, including a tiny waist, around your bones, do you ever retain, the time we spent alone, but you shied away, chased lovers like the rain, at sounds of break of day, going out as we came in, could you see us any other way, smoking your Marlboro thins, maybe now you laugh or groan, dance in sunlight forget the pain, never a need to atone, can't you feel the rage, us little ones displayed, confused by other's praise, is no one to blame ?

Bassima

Sister what was that time, when I sought out prayers on trains, sweated in your clime, did you catch me rocking, arms like drain pipes in the rain, it isn't me that mocks, the great poets of Alexandrine, God is not afraid, there is a love inside, see my tears and help me up, maybe we pay all the same, don't turn away my look, will you ever bide the line, play me into the game, say everything will be fine, anchors bind me like twine, freighters ply their ancient lanes, i sit beside the tide, cannot say your name.

Betulah

Do you know what to fake, or will a lifetime of greed, bring the love you castigate, sometimes i wonder, what's in your creed, your gift or number, what about the cries you make, often with a surly need, is it all part of your game, will kindness bring a future, a tremble to your knees, you lipsticked, high heeled loner, will you tell me on the freeway, in bright days of belief, that luck is not appropriate, we need not live by taking, knowing there is more to be, understand what we dissipate, weirdness you throw at me. try,die, cry, strive, strife pain, energy, day miss, bliss, christmas, insist those uncertain questions, whip us everyday, to know cruel prison, can they see your feet, the mangrove ticks with heat, no fire or blue reason she won't ever see a horizon of celebrity

Barbara

A needle truth is never drawn easy, especially on this campaign, why did you gild the lily, your ice cold fish knife, is no child's game, held towards my eyes, slash of metal from the crease, chasing glory these days, is this the woman you want to be, a siren of strife, who cannot be tamed, outside fire's odyssey, they loved you at Thebes, heathens chant your name, silk and gold on wine bright sea, you crossed the Peloponnese, but things are never the same, salt in your movement on the breeze, Africa in your gaze.

Barra

Who can resist, or diminish your flame, sometimes in a wayward kiss, hidden by mountains and scree, a terrible supply of waste, men drool at your feet, beware those who seek bliss, you turn to me and say, was i being remiss, the hollows tick with heat, you grant them little space, a wind is worth seeing, let them all go hiss, you say again, rage will absolve us, for everything we miss, we'll see troubles again, fall off the list, uncertain questions, shoved or tossed away, fools seeking justice, you hold the reins.