Katie

Do you see me like this, am I just your snout, who doesn’t need to fuss, powdered lightly you emerge, a shadow of light on your mouth, the fragrance of cold purges, others play at being missed, like those who travel south, all day long my body twists, I don’t quite sing a dirge, or be waylaid by roustabouts, but I am hurt, are you not my sister, a coquette with every pout, no one contains your laughter, a lover of great splurges, poets bite their fists, waters part and merge, before your famous gifts, .

Kaira

The track is midnight blue, her smile doesn’t show, what has been refused, strangled by swaying men, she'll flash a lovely No, a dancing smile at best, she isn’t looking to choose, to take their tales and blow, the sorrowed lands of truth, that smile is the test, a young woman free to bestow, love on a journey’s crest, the train’s and its crew, ascend by mountain furrow, outside she sees the moon, and warms herself at rest, snow outside the window, she knows failure or success, love won’t make her yellow.

Joe

Smoking a cigarette , a lover's old face appears, fulsome not lonely yet, geese rise and sail, haunt the sky like deer, I knew her after jail, a snow blanket carpet, she always cheered, cold blue like the rest, colours of the mail, no-one could get near, where she had bailed, a woman who wouldn’t let, flame fold into fear, who shared jokes and bets, absorbed all the claims, that brought her here, a place she couldn’t fail, to make crystal clear.

Jonie

With your love of horse, a needling desire, it brings no remorse, the tide's never easy, how different midnight, to shoulder burdens we carry, the offerings of a catechism, an ice cold fish knife, cuts my dawn resistance, the demons need feeding, on starlit signs, but who hears my pleading, we play off the Bourse, our situation dire, who’ll show us the course, at ourselves as we scream, love breaks the line, friends play mean, do we ride the lightning ?

Judy

She hears a strange whisper, the sound of a removal van, thinks is that my sisters !!! each move smoother now, no one faults her tan, every tune she’s known, she wears a woollen hair clip, the bars are full of men, happy from their last trip, they rise like ghosts to greet her, she walks the streets with them, each sea green evening, but barefoot prays alone, her dancing done, she'll miss a place to show, rather than hear the whistle, a place to call a drum, she wonders if she’s driven, if that day will come ?

Jade

The wind blows silent, across our fences, who cares of its caress, it starts in darkened cellars, what cast as we bend, flowers to the mad jealous, do armed enemies jar us, encouraged by friends, like jackals to the rush, across our coffin lands, nothing is sensitive, to a gangster’s brutal stance, the world still wants us, dressed to offend, their stupid advances, we carry a naked tread, and bear no indebtedness, to the inventive West, our life is our breath.

Janine

Don't make a fuss, she carries yellow lists, do not try to love, your heart within her bones, or rail against her fits, a place she calls home, if you need a crust, be prepared for this, or believe me she is dust, go or take the load, drag or get a grip, knowledge never sails alone, ride the semell of musk, keep the middle distance,, simply do what she insists, or leave on the road, surmount another hill, the sea hears your moans, from a house of whispers,.