Martina

Who wants to be free, my lover high five reaches, I do, she looks to sea, puts both her hands up, the breeze is easy, nothing between her and sun, you're the same as me, she says, her bright topography, sweeps the beach, her eyebrows plucked, as tight as a celebrity, she claims she's no schmuck, her smile is a wheeze, as if hopes of eternity, lie where funnels sweep, any idea of scrutiny, to our togetherness harmony, a place without breach, futile to disagree.

Marianne

Why say I'm not part of you, my insides heave, home is a distant slew, waves of listless drummers, pad dream like at my feet, bad echoes from the sun, you don't need a clue, to particularly receive, your own dread news, or if there are troubles, that morbid fools greet, with memories of love, faces crash out a tattoo, mascara runs lemon streaked, the sea is cobalt blue, nothing stays perfumed, alone by the beach, i shrug at the view, 'you're history' gulls screech.

Molly

Do you walk like death, mother's words hush dear, beneath evening's grip, wondering if you'll ever know, your family peers, who never walked alone, remember those who left, your Dada revered, in Australia the best, looked after, time flown, they lived long around here, houses sold then gone, I try to catch their breath, like their songs and gear, dockers who roared gentle instead, large hands, still sheds, i loved their appearance, coming home under gas lamps, laughing at my fears.

Lille

Is there more to learn, your Ma's all scorn, she'll see me burn, strung trees yellow robes, with vinegar and thorns, and ways she would know, a harvest unearned, i'm lucky to be born, the way you spurned, hate of such a load, in fields of corn, free from any crowd, your mother flared, like a hurricane storm, but you didn't care, kissed me and shared, a summertime sojourn, time to spare, on fine blue mornings.

Layla

The tap tap falling rain, gauges your great freedom, a hurting awakens, for the cafe's and diners, within last nights ease, solace turns blind, and your home erased, except on these yellow streets, you walk all day, where love gets twined, beneath cooling trees, blue air melts in crime, Our Lady knows your ways, in these hot seasons, whatever you have to say, does it matter the maze, the river's release, the balm of better days, makes you weep.

Louisa

The love that tricked us, absolved and arrayed, brings trouble or forgiveness, when seasons turn think, don’t keep it chained, to the Calendar or sink, at grey games of business, that cap your flame, keep the hurt to minimum, dance around the ice rink, when problems rage, does Speed makes you blink, at forgotten arrangements, we've all heard your tales, drunk at Catechism, is loving the terminus, when cafe's swell with rain, or unshaven criminals, whisper your name ?

Lorraine

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we thank you Sister, for shining that star, or crossing the sea, supplying the tar, telling us how to lose, or reside out of reach, when we're confused, she cares who we are, arms swinging free, raising the bar, above telegraph wires, or a sky that deems, to see our ruin, her powdered rush, as sunlight leaps, make our faces flush, she knows it’s not easy.