Billie

Don’t talk to me and pause, give one of those sighs, I've seen these looks, it's where I live now, not your own interesting life, God you’re slow, while you make good causes, I was barely alive, all those conditional clauses, Recife, Manous, Matta Grosso, Is where you expect to die, and you want me to follow, here’s where a story ends, about the way you cried, when I needed comfort, sun kissed beaches skin glow bars, boys, warm easy delights, you course is always below, carried on the tide.

Bet

When love is only, three missed trains, your face is solace lonely, is it only wishful flare, that love should stay, instead of slipping at the bar, those lines going nowhere, the wine you gave away, nights of ached for care, wrap them in a solitaire , you’ll never change, riding high at the fair, on the cafe' square, trees in the gentle rain, cigarettes thrown in the air. my mother used to scold me, why rush through each day, stations of your litany, one car's just the same.

Banya

Trees of a green oasis, that freedom always boosts, the produce load for freighters, gentle winds on the Karasu, a banshee bleat of roosters, it will slay your mood, your lies and protestations, your cries for food, wine become a dissipation, a raw supply of senses , shatters the sunlit pools, makes a mirage of defences, it's hard to explain, what you've been through, so why now start shaking, camels stand at their stations, hrummp and wait for crew, on yellow sand awakening, love will not betray you.

Bella

Men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, as the coming night groans, a wind hushed soul freezes, it chills to their bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, hope these ladies might glow, make love every evening, white hotels like a road show, breath bitter as almonds, leaves what love has gleaned, salted as caramel, between golden tones, they see what Goya’s seen, richer, older, needing pillows, wine, bread, falling leaves.

Annie

Who removes the cast, do only kids look to home, the singing grass, Verde across the terrace, Campari , dark glasses, soda, a city wakes from fast, The Café’ du Repas, I regret my tone , pray at the border with France, deny the chasm, shielded from your woes, loving other women, sourball summer Maria Callas, who am i to moan, whisky colours thrum and sing, sea birds arc and prance, in summer of their tour, look again and offer thanks, for cadence of your loan.

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 ?