Yana

How do I make this scene, looking cool on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face with anxiety, hands pushed down the sofa, eyes look around furtively, places like you’ve always been, red and yellow dank cellar, her smile smiles sweetly, the great days of history, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side umbilically, she is like a gift from the sea, cracks open the Rioja, awaits the next epiphany, doesn't bother with identity, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to explore my territory, no one here to stop her.

Xena

Show us at our best, find a sail to make us thrill, our flight to change address, if there’s more to caress, battered nights leave us still, fix our weathered compass, a raging thirst we can't refresh, a map, some salt, make us kill, a hope we can’t assess, let us struggle past duress, face each wave and rill, send us back if we regress, by flame or water to confess, devoured by men and kids, can we pass the test, hope that soon we’ll be set, where you eat your fill, settled in the inventive West, ringing open all the tills.

Waya

Kills me with laughter, on her sunny days, dances like a warrior, talks of a writer, bright and unfazed, who never left her mother, though she travels anyway, in a young beatnik phase, it brings me no surprise, hearing trains at midnight, when love holds sway, provides no alibi, for kisses in the rain, on St Bartholomew’s quay, wonder of each new day, morning cafe' fights, the pain of daughters’, a crucifix held high, . in winter’s river.

Valentina

Truth was never easy for you, especially this campaign, your breath warm fish glue, sits frightened on my lips, this is no child’s game, iron scabbard at the hip, what really is the news, chasing my days, with a man like you, who cannot be shipped, outside of slavery, a sheath of arrows tipped, olive leaves around your hue, golden trinkets silken days, disguise your crass virtue, better to love unhindered, face down outrageous claims, sail by stars to Ardith, is Glory on your blade ?

Ula

Won’t you let me see, his only rest in peace, he only asked for freedom, the consolation of his bones, a human soul or shady tree, beside these heaving boats, I sing you all a melody, a bitter chant of make believe, for your own eyes destiny, as you wait to board, this swarm of human seed, only one remains to load, the dancing lights of Italy, Lampedusa’s moonlit sea, rock of Simon Peter, Europe hear our moans, New York light a greeting, a shoreline bears his clothes, he sailed to enter history.

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 ?