Emma

A painter of religious scenes, she dabs around a glaze, a thirty-year-old dream, regards the work she’s honed, abandoned to this game, it’s never set in stone, yellow days of sunbeams, she always feels the same, images not what they seem, the canvas lets her roam, a stretch on wooden nails, in many ways she's gone, a matchstick in the sea, bobbing without a name, floating for eternity, work is hard to own, laughs come day to day, in this ocean town, her head cries for relief, sunken eyes stray, her mind is never easy, she nails another frame.

Joanne

Who hasn't thought, alone and vexed, about what we’re taught, a drink of red wine, the burdens of text, anniversaries rewind, what we have caught, entitled like the rest, life’s too short, with lovers Online, wonder who’ll pop up next, wasting our time, generally divorced, lying through a dark vest, drunk and overwrought, alone down the line, I'm generally perplexed, love’s not a crime, with a cast of noughts, a personality test, is not to be forced, trying to live our best.

Andreus

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, gone away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of the day, our loving done on Sundays, each part of the gloam, is suddenly drained, somewhere I’m alone, you touch my knee, show me the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, forget cocktail parties, catch moments like these, listen to what I say, buy me chips and mayonnaise, hear me pray.

Monica

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, going out the door ajar, the same calendar, her sister says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, now she’s bought a car, near the Rotunda, should have seen her park, right from the start, no surrender, she screeches the tar, all in tears our Ma, ten years later, we still hear her laughter, it finishes our Da, the loss of a daughter, her photo in the parlour, love always hungers.

Aleysha

Since we've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the maddened stone, is it finished for you, old one’s still at home, keep the time of day, hear them sing of truth, nothing more to say, no choice but to go, always read the dunes, roll like rolling stones, the walls have turned grey, love is not our ruin, we’ve eaten all our cake, confined within our roles, there’s little we can do, the desert has our bones, you sing a song of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons will be great, embrace them as our due.

Banya

Working here's no paradise, It only takes two, on the street’s edgy side, it could be great stars and sea like glue, stardust on our plate, all we need's a better crack, show what we can do, to save us from the fire, our songs still resonate, no feeling about what’s true , home’s a better place, this district is our life, jumps for me and you, naked transport lights, shower all what we create, singing with the kitchen crew, we won’t hesitate, to blow our easy nights, when we see what’s new, even the way we try, to stay within the loop .

Sabina

You appear alone, a picture up in lights, or scrawled across a wall, if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, soldered each part of you, tell me you're at home, no matter how we fight, beat our yellow bones, we are not for fools, handsome before our time, fighting off the blues, you scream down a ‘phone, say there is no paradise, a flame out of control, for all your high reviews, dreams pass out of sight, wind blows cold hard truth, clouds ride black and bold, before an early fire, you sing less to atone, than fill me with desire.