Karen

You wait upon my duress, and take me for your needs, in a yellow party dress, spit saliva on the rush mat, the cabin is your creed, you know where i'm at, children left without success, power to your seed, you only crave excess, sobbing on the flat, with the tide comes grief, across this shining bush land, my dreams echo less, on this desert scree, hurling rivers in my head, but nothing like your caress, we sit and drink all evening, you did not want to rest, the wounds of my conquest, bewitched by your reading, my rung feet at rest, love spare me.

Katrina

Take your children and dogs, just be who you are, in a warm Travel Lodge, that's what you'll have again, a sea rose for your car, the river's falling rain, you help me lift the fog, what's gone on so far, someone who kisses the frog, on the wall west of pain, your picture's lonely scar, I won't see you again, or will you give a nod, turn me into what you want, brittle life beneath your clod, your dance a diamond cross, all my fires are marked, but don't be my bog, or exploding fallen star.

Kristina

God my today's blue pennant, sailing with a lover's trauma, don't i feel blessed, smiling dangerously, with twigging lymphoma, my troubles are periphery, to her howling zest, she hurls complaints enormous, but needs me to rest, when it comes to need, she'll isolate some performance, that magnify worries easily, there's justice on her crest, the cabin jukebox roars, all around wait to confess, I press my yellow dress, a fist inside me claws, blows like a serpent's nest, opens the vodka drawer.

Katya

You used to write me then, of furs and feather and winters, bloody in a tenement, an injured frozen shock, you wrote of smoothing kisses, and sybarites of the knock, Brighton Beach you credit, with dollars, beds,fancy business, Villa's if you can get them, where you go to unlock, men cast in lonely splinters, and walk home crocked, laying down drained and spent, do you only help resisters, you my rootless friend, wearing boots and leathers?

Karina

She sees the creep of moon, regular as the five and dime, lilac night coming soon, fish on Friday beaches, the kids who drink wine, girls with yellow pleats, men want women as boons, to enlighten their lives, someone with her bloom, and sense of ease, slaps hands that wander behind, smiling summer feasts, but the goal, the ball, she won't even mind, if she leaves this fall, and laughs in the gloom, that sometimes chimes, with her own Brigadoon, written high in the sky.

Janessa

Here's a thought you know, do you wonder who comes first, with all your places to go, wish I’d never been born, ask if i ever thirst, when summer turns to storm, your canticle the sea alone, gives a time for birth, or knows who tends your bones, will you try again with scorn, to run me cursed, understand what's torn, by book or by 'phone, from these lonely suburbs, would see me dance alone, your body is laid low, sky and stars converse, they reach beyond sunset's glow, it’s not me you scare.

Jaylene

Who do you want to suffer more, me or your blessed father, outside this symphony of whores, from a perfect sunny evening, the kids looked after by others, all you think is believing, that you know the score, in life between the covers, is it really who you are, wiser than your sins reveal, communion from your lovers, do black Ray Bans conceal, sunlight across your course, September make you wonder, will winter bring on worse, sip Daiquiri through a straw, swirl the sour ball colours, something to make you pause, could this be for ever ?