Quaker

She hears a strange whisper, the sound of a removal van, asks is it THE sisters !!!, each move the last trip, no one faults her tan, every move tunes her lips, she wears cool linen, the bars are full of men ocean town’s made up of them, they rise like ghost ships, she walks home in step, when sea green evening dips, but barefoot prays within, her dancing done, she'd rather have a someone, rather than the whistle, of another lonely camp, doesn’t care where she’s driven, who gives a damn ?

Priscilla

You'd gamble everything after, your friends say, including the Easter calendar, I wonder kissing your lips, watching cormorants in the bay, roll in tide like ships, ever think of me ha ha, salt and cologne not far away, preening my wings at the bar, do you miss those trips, smoking or kneeling to pray, going out as you came in, burning at lovers’ remarks, what an image they make, but soon drift away la la, you’ll give that page a skip, a search for time delayed, words are always thin, the beauty of your face.

Onisha

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 once in jail, blankets around us yet, she always cheered, wide as a fishing net, colours of the early rails, she’d let no-one near, someone who never failed, she absorbed uncertain dread, whatever brought us here, made it safe to tread, a woman who contained, flames passage into fear, shared jokes on trains, then disappeared.

Nika

The wind blows cool breath, across our defences, no one cares about caress, it fades in lighted cellars, what cast as we send, flowers to the mad jealous, bad ass drunks who jar us, encourage shy friends, like miners to a gold rush, across our coffin lands, nothing is sensitive, to their brutal stance, will anyone want us, dressed to offend, their moral advances, to carry by naked thread, our indebtedness. to the inventive West, who will assess us.

Monica

Please don't make a fuss, I carry yellow lists, order is my must, it’s useless to purge, or rail against my fits, you can’t fight a dramaturge, the effect of yellow musk, are you prepared for this, you want the peace of dusk, simply do what I urge, or go and find a ship, a painted freight or dredger, you are on my cusp, knowledge never comes in bits, only ask the dust, if you feel the urge, ride the middle distance, don’t flail me stupid, or try to go for bust, in this house of whispers, I’m not a one to trust, If you seek my lips.

Leanne

In days of winter fire, night rides black and cold, stars come out like ice, a love of dreaming, even at home, beams across eternity, no matter what the desire, someone’s here to hold, who never lies, but love is not for scheming, on smart ‘phones, they don’t give us memory, won’t replace the tides, tell us we're not alone, no matter who conspires, in these yellow evenings, I’m already toned, a name for every bearing, written on a stone.

Leanne

In days of winter fire, night rides black and cold, stars come out like ice, the love of dreaming, even at home, beams across eternity, no matter what the desire, someone’s here to hold, who never lies, but love is not for scheming, om smart ‘phones, they don’t give us memory, won’t replace the tides, tell us we're not alone, no matter who conspires, in these yellow evenings, I’m already toned a name for every gleaning, written on a stone.