Nadia

More than any man, love brings her relief, like a river swells the dam, inflated or in despair, can cry when she pleases, mostly on the stairs, but none of its an omen, compared to that other disease, iron framed tantrums, when she stands and swears, she'll never release, the new peace inside her, gathered in a doll's pram, all she needs for leaving, made spledid by her elan, it's a a quiet affair, Spring’s great feasting, she’ll settle for that here, happy in her creed.

Lena

You'd gamble anything, my sister says, including a wedding ring, around your eyes, could you ever retain, that time so prized, then you cry and sing, chase love like a spray, of broken wings, a smell of smoke and fire, you beat out the flame , encircling your whole attire, keep on smoking, maybe you can smile away, laugh at summer things, but yours is a selfish prize, can you feel the rage, the little ones denied, dappled by the day ?

Katie

Do you create lost dreams, you could have owned, easily arranged with iced tea , don't talk to me and goo, i remember this town. even if the river’s blue, the only person in your team, you consistently let down, in causes you entreat, the struggles with your tubes, all your troubles found, in that lonely hard school, others call you a has been, you could have worn a crown, I might have been Queen, resurrecting some hopeless feud, rent unpaid in rooms with fleas, do all poets wait for news, will drinking set you free ?

Jerry

My great open days, without a care, make sense of me you say, yes, go on, watch me prance, you know about mares, but you've never made beds, you smoke in the haze, crumple Florentina’s on a chair, under a broad brimmed hat, a white faced chancer, you breathe in thin air, shout mas vino, clap, are my legs to your taste, you’re such a flirt, the words comes in phrases, I wonder at your balance, you haven’t a prayer, being chained to this dancer, others glare.

Idaho

My weekend sings, in this time of plenty, especially on my tiny wings, betrayed by our bones, can’t anyone see, the yellow light of fall, I am dancing on strings, It is a cruel destiny, a terribly fragile thing, we call time our own, beneath an early rising sea, but some of us drown, smell of diesal that clings, I hate blue Mondays, fire distinguishes me, act up play the clown, reject all flag waving schemes, take holidays for a month, my sweet solitary’s.

Hanaa

We know how to give, but a lifetime of greed, brings little love, do you sometimes wonder, if it’s in our creed, while we rage and plunder, in this darkest winter, does kindness have a need, to tremble at our future, make a gift or number, for all our misplaced seed, with indistinct lovers, perfume and sweet lipstick, matching high heels, grant us forgiveness, rub stones or a timber, pray for quiet days at sea, if luck makes us shiver, we have to believe.

Georgia

We dream of justice, shoved or tossed away, seeking love, we think of our own, who sought that reign, whom we now flee from, will rage alone absolve us, or our troubles gain, as slaves to broken promise, calendar years are shown, they only need one page, revealed as days turn brown, uncertain questions, haunt us each day, rise alone like ghost ships, we cannot tap the flow, they weave around our name, we have to go, leave what dreams remain.