Toni

Who will tend our bones, how beautiful her kiss, will a river wash the stones, my wrists around her straining her body pallid, limpid face open to the daylight, pink Lupins nod and bow, their noses to the wind, birds sing and sing alone, their song has a keening, a hawk sails across, winter fields unseeded, we drive along the road, the babies she’s missed, grey coat her eyes older, she whispers for a ciggie, remembers broken missions, smiles before she’s leaving, her soul to the mist..

Tammy

More than any laughter love seeps around her knees like broken water inflated or in despair she can cry when she pleases if absent she doesn’t care it’s not a slaughter compared to that other disease a damp smiling river she stands at the fair swears she’ll never release the name of that man it’s a matter for daughters to know what they’re leaving close the door after get out of that scene.

Selma

From starboard you wail to me, ‘where is the baby’, a terrified moan across the sea, a crescent moon at Christmas, we don't know where to be, the radar off the mast, surrounded by auxiliaries, coastguard lights blink officially, wind hides our folded dreams, they lead us here to Sicily, please lady hold her fast, these Garden of Gethsemane, no matter who says what, indifferent or responsibly, she is warn and snug at last, robbers have fled the scene, but God will find a way, in the cold light of spring, he will have his say..

Sasha

Who brings a lie, to a thirteen’s year old life, one you can't deny, smoking endless cigarettes, chasing numbers across the sky, they carry the same distance, the river in July, the cool evening light, are debts ever untied, they killed Papa in Tashkent, I performed for Stalin terrified, anxious to avoid his gibbet, Tass reported my flight, it was good for Philliskaya, they didn’t ask me why, my handsome pirouettes, love measured nights, to dance without regrets, I was only a child.

Siobahn

A crescent moon at Winter, I know why I’m loved, but always be a sinner, surrounded by icy streets, I turn my face towards, the freezing gentle sea, if the cold light kills us, my time is one of trouble a life with different runners, are they out of reach, Our Lady holds a dove, no matter what I preach, by the dun lit rills, my shadow like a moth, I climb toward the hills, a Catholic flame and keeper, my Da stands good enough, but cannot get the reason, why I act so tough.

Sara

Isn't it good to know, by travel, wine or gourd, when our brim fills over, you may wonder, what you dream of doing, when it’s gone, will we resist all moaning, wooden planks nail us down, light dancing on the combing, when you stand by water, sunlight in the ponds, Sunday in late October, in the luminous flow, your lips show the marks, how beautiful you are, my passion never flounders, as long as birds are flown, eyes bright in the darkness, love’s' always around

Sophie

Do we ditch or burn, a love like gas, the flame turned down, crack enough jokes, so your Da won't collapse, somehow he'll recover, you won’t need an urn, now time has passed, he’s over the Meths, in smoky bars and broken homes, his words so crass, they never travel alone, all you did was keep them, to hold you fast, made them dance, now you’re on your own, celebrate the past, care for his bones, look forgive and laugh.