Tahlia

It is good to know, by travel, wine or grounds, when our life is over, a resistance to all moaning, wooden planks hold us down, light dancing on the loam, in the luminous dawn, you may wonder, when you dream of going, will you stand by water, sunlight at the ponds, Sunday in late October, how beautiful your show, your lips echo the bounds, where my passion flows, they’ll lower me down, after a lifetime in tow, their faces brown, love always around.

Sheila

More than any laughter, love brings me to my knees, like broken water, inflated or in despair, I can cry when I please, absent what I care, it’s not a slaughter, to that other disease, a used cartridge shell daughter, the manner of her fare, she knows why I’m grieving, but no time to share, she stands by the river, swears she'll never release, the name of those pictures, there’s a time to dare, in yellow nights of feasting, ask what is really out there, is this how I feel ?

Rae

A crescent moon at Easter, I know why I'm loved, but want to be free, surrounded by icy streets, I turn my jacket up, to a steady pea green sea, have I reached a breach, Our Lady holds a dove, no matter who gets released, it’s a cold light believing, in this time of trouble, if I can skip the seasons, by the ferry at Seacombe, I wander past dockside rubble, scream a daughter's feelings, no prayers for the cheaters, my family’s good enough, but cannot know the reason, why I cut so rough.

Quianna

Her day is just beginning, she dances in the tide, fresh and alive and kicking, she kills me with her spin, next to me like a bride, twists her lips like shillings, around a constant ciggy, tobacco blonde full of lies, a dancer if not delicious, like the river with water in, her smile beams estuary wide, watching my heart give, she isn’t free from sinning, who left a family’s side, but sailed in full trimmings, an Orphea used to thrill, a Gull made to glide, she demands her fill, sunlight, water, sky.

Pammy

Don't leave your schemes, with hospice assistants, yearn for lost leanings, that's for blond curls, who don’t know the distance, you were never that girl, but a shipwrecked queen, a golden gate sister, a purveyor of dreams the whorl of time’s whirl, spread your resistance, redeemed all the nervous, you talked like a Dean, at your midnight entrance, did not need movie screens, an angel at the fair, cool to be different, where burdens are learned, always in white jeans, when death begs for justice, you won't expire keening, you’ve done it for us. .

Ophelia

Do we keep or burn, a love like gas, the flame turned down, you can see the blue, now time has passed, not strung out on spoons, it's enough to turn, the house won't collapse, somehow you'll convert, words to laden schooners, a truth come to pass, bars are full of losers, I’ll work away and churn, poems to hold you fast, drink from Grecian urns, act as your muse, warm your fingers at the tap, switch it up, disaster makes me laugh.

Nula

When you talk coastlines, when you chance rain, what is the punchline, don't waste my hours, coming home you say, I’ve brough some flowers, what you think is a lie, you smile at the windowpane, wait for moods to fly, stand there and lower, eyes at some distant train, the suburbs your bower, abridged suits you fine, your Da bears the blame, think of our youngest child, why act like a spy, behind your work days, be witness to the crime, no toll without paying.