Eugenia

From her brown garden seat, she carries a load, secrets spill like poppy seed, stuff you keep, like fancy French cologne, she whispers her feelings, let others weep surrender perfume soaked, to drink her whisky neat, lives by a swollen creek, the bible has a hold, grandma just rolls her sleeves, a rifle next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, a better cure than ease, won’t bathe in love's defeat, but still enjoys her home, a time for feasts, she measures the string beans, no public telephones, down fields of blue wheat, she's never alone.

Rosa

I'm a fool at dawn, to feel an utter mess shuffle to the door, I should be at sea, on a wooden raft, where there's time to dream, summon ancient forms, erect my little mast, sail with perfect calm, speak evenly, not roar in distress , where you pay dearly, if you’re torn, living a life like this, my time isn't done, I shall range the Ocean, adjust my compass, search for something to be won, navigate Cape Horn, would you be impressed, love without scorn, that would be a gas.

Fiona

Don't Forget you're better, red lipstick on your lips even if they stick together, you don’t come here to booze, kissing your fingertips, there's more good news, love is not forever, when you laugh and skip, time at all or never, kick off Monday’s shoes, roll around your hips, now’s the time for truth, nothing beats duress, giving liars a clip, grab hope at its crest, who needs a little dress, when you paint like this, Juke Box plays your request, would you be lesser, if you stood there stripped, binned all his letters, wise in what you miss?

Carly

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour to the sea, when your eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, view the stuff that’s fake, each day of being happy, echoes in my calls, then it hits me, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, the same old electricity, spins penny for my thoughts, let’s start with infidelity, it’s a different take, than being forlorn, another bill of lading, shivering I don’t want to be, the one who’s caught, please don’t look that way, as if I'm never born ?

Bella

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat on safe dark seats, leave us alone thank you, our faces might need soap, but we have the news, we are not at liberty, to crack old jokes, just let us be, do what we always do, as much as we know, we don’t need your views, a ticket for the entry, to that garden of hope, you hang on the breeze, ask if that’s true, even give a little bow, we’ve heard your tunes, to set ourselves free, don’t you worry Joe, we'll fire our own beliefs, throw away the ropes.

Ronnie

Your face set like stone, not like this on ecstasy, tell me all you know, chipped away by time, the daily useless commentary, a life combined with mine, half gashed without shaving foam, when life hangs me, I’ll stretch out alone, on Sunday's drink wine, until the time I freeze, when your turbulent mind, strums tunes on a tooth comb, dances inside me, smells like a new born, your house on the shore line, the bottom of a road, will you smell the Limes, as my body loudly groans, act care free, make appeals on the ‘phone, watch morning TV ?

Virginia

What do you care, the pull on my traces, that makes me follow, a song in blue trees, thick lines on my face, cracked on the breeze, if you can share, at memory’s gate, why not send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, that seeps electrically, it’s hard to be here, when your voice is raised, lips that snare, on broken streets, where no one runs hesitates, I’ll be on retreat, you say It's not fair, if your tune’s so great, why are you so unaware, of passing days?