Anneka

The poetes maudit you always loved keep me in the garden is that all there is beside your son who goes back to his mother the one who scatters easy the fruits of men day fades uneasy salt claims an early due is this just a dry run for your evening with me 'i ache for a baby' I moan what have you begun to dance me again dicey laughter jolted kisses birds at dusk settle and hum is it just by listening waters run?

Alicia

Do we think of others, while screaming down the phone, the cross we bear of mothers, prayers for all those, whose thoughts are blown, on summers' blue clothes, drumbeats on marshlands smothers, where we dance alone , men flit like flies uncovered, we can only suppose, by water and evening’s pheromones, what they try to impose, our days filled with lovers, Guggenheim, Tate, Prado, playing cards for trouble, our hand a signalled force more than we can know a river runs its course, questions how we grow ?

Azira

Why beseech the mothers, set afire their wooden frames, steal our way home, cotton, gold and spices, what games we play, the infinite knots to splice, sunlight rings with drums, we return the people’s hail, these islands of sweet summer, to settle here or fly, draw away from this place, a seething nest of lies , leave this port for others, inscribe it with our name our names on bloody visits, it’s the reason why, we forage the Spanish Main, our troubles turn to light, we won’t forget to smother, a life in joyous phases, a careworn cache of lovers, dance among our graves.

Aurore

There's times I wish, I’d never been born, on this wretched bridge, my taxi is gone, now leave me alone, in this third interregnum, what makes me think, I know what I’m doing, getting jealous in drink, splashing eau de cologne, Spring coming on, standing by the road, then the clouds shrink, a ship's coming home, curtains start to twitch, they see me walk, an unsteady sojourn, to meet the other souls a ship majestic and garish resplendent in the sun. white funnels red carriage a time to be gone.

Abira

Do you measure distance, looking down a bottle of beer, as if polishing a crystal, the tenor of your bones, a river washes clear, a time to be explored, the cormorants we saw flippant, flap in a broken weir, last tide before the winter, has my lover frozen, somewhere close to tears, when I say please go, knees and face seek penance, a trapeze of wasted years, eyes crying for an infant, do I record each tone, of his faded artists gear, a presence in each zone, I’ll never appear listless, silver will cup my ears, I shall be effervescent, there will be happy years.

Aaliyah

Sat in a lemon light, my lover sleeps alongside me, I know everything is all right, sunrise over Alexandria, Cavafy’s cafés serve mint tea, as good a vista as Thessinger, Arab clothes a desert fire, an iron kettle by a tree, Bedouins in a daily fight, salt cakes a global symposia, swallows thrum an early creed, her solitary dance is Latina, it exhausts bottles of wine, at last night’s soiree, she tires with no respite, will she come to Assyria, dawn brings the early disguise, faces at the port’s dominion, hot brown days go by, we will live on the sea, everything I try she likes, birds are flying to infinity

alex begins the equinox poems 2021 - and the north shore plus 3 lines