Lorraine

Your smile is beyond reach, sadness in our fortune, beyond gleanings of the wheat, hear soon the little moans, sitting in the private gloom, it echoes in our bones, the shadow of Saint Anthony, falls across this seat, summer grounds of the infirmary, then comes dawn and sleeping groans, footsteps echo in empty shoes, somehow look at silent 'phones, the doctor's say nothing, there are things they can't do, love is detached from feeling, grant what we cannot reach, in this Catholic room, proclaimed by the sea, in our heads stupid tunes.

Louisa

We drag missals to your name, orange gold in buckets, celebrate your fame, even as you spit and caw, loose as a railway cutting, your scars threaten us all, nights of whisky and pain, sometimes feel you won't recover, day time isn't your game, the scent of your draw, by gas lit winter troubles, spins down a broken wall, retreating from place to place, why you say fuck it, you aggregate this shame, church can be a lonely place, artists dream of lovers, blue notes with a heavens grace, only fills the cover. .

Lisa

When cafe's swell with rain, or unshaven criminals, whisper your name, hear your groans, dead drunk at Catechism, is it loving coming home, when problems rage, does life make you irritable, at forgotten trains, please cap your moans, keep hurt to a minimum, dance a jig within your bones, why keep love chained, like the trials of Sisyphus, lose all the grey games, you can absolve and praise, for love that tricked us, to stand alone unafraid, troubled yet insistant.

Lara

Love makes no one wise, games still slip the collar, of what goes on inside, i love sweet horses' smell, first summer without my father, airport kids' dance in heather, now embrace what i despise, no matter what comes after, even on this flight, bucket lists can't last forever, no one likes to holler, but whoever said whatever, paying is such a crime, my partner says use a hooter, but please stop crying, when did i start lying, was it on the altar, my son asking for dimes, me searching for dollars?

Katy

All my cards are marked, but don't lie in my bog, or explode my fallen star, on a wall west of pain, paint picture's of long scars, you won't see me again, just be who you are, me the children you the dogs, in a stone floor bar, maybe you'll love again, a turbo for your car, fallen tears within the hay, could you turn back the clock, tell me i was wrong, what lives beneath your clod, or drives it so far, you helped lift the fog, me dragging a diamond cross, a life in someone's log.

Kristina

She clutches my yellow dress, a fist inside me caws, hisses like a serpent's nest, there's justice on her mast, , the jukebox roars, crying all around the Gaff, when it comes to resist, she'll shake out a performance, that screams more is less, deep within her howling past, she grows enormous, needs me to crack first, smiles as she does best, her eyes dangerous, waiting to confess, I touch her blue vest, dealing with a lover's trauma, makes me feel blessed, who needs whisky anymore?

Karen

What sometimes chimes, with her need to celebrate, is written in the sky, she sees the creep of moon, regular as the five and dime, lilac nights coming soon, she won't even mind, if she hesitates, and laughs at reasons why, men want women to use, to heighten their taste, someone with her views, it makes them feel fine, not reprobates, like kids who drink wine, a girl who's still shy, with a sense of place, slapping hands that wander behind, her love undulates.