Quinta

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we believe in you sister, for following a star, by leaving us the sea, caring who we are, teaching us our limits, what resides out of reach, when lovers try to pivot, she cares a lot, arms swinging free, even if we dance on cars, from the telegraph bush, or a sky that weeps, to look upon our fullness, she’ll tell the bar, as sunlight leaps, across bottles and no marks, what’s necessary to be.

Patsy

When did I start crying, was it going back to Ireland, or with my son sighing, Nana loved the horses, that first summer not flying, the ferry runs its course, or my lover saying, she can't take any more, decisions we keep delaying, a crescent summer force, we crash away the ties, that make us stand in awe, a broken path of clifftop fables, no one checks our disguise, the blue cover of her table, better than any jackdaw, our love makes us wise, in death she’s still a force, moonlight’s on our side

Odeta

Painters dream of lovers, museums are lonely places, even in silks and linen, you glide across the room, is that really your game, telling the world your gloom, from summer troubles, and different spaces, does this provide a cover, your face, a scar, a swoon, an early grave, that runs before you dissolute, it masks my wonder, a missal to your fame, one masterpiece sunken, in gas lit winter catacombs, leave your scent of trace, heaven for us to look upon, honour, shame, disgrace.

Nula

God is a breakfast test, Spring in my lover's trauma, don't I feel blessed, sailing dangerously, with her list of disorders, the troubles start with me, when I refuse to get distressed, this tremendous performance, all makes a sort of sense, howling like a banshee, her complaints grow enormous, big wind through the trees, her risen voice no contest, I try a little metaphor, before she reaches the crest, offer chocolates to see, if the kitchen jukebox roars, will everything fall on me, I grow weak, seek rest, now there is another detour, she suddenly wants to confess, acts like she isn’t born.

Marina

She sees the creep of moon, regular as the five and dime, lilac across the dunes, fish on Friday creatures, the kids who drink wine, have no use for teachers, men who want women, to enlighten their lives, someone to come soon, summer mornings at the beach, a hand that slides behind, like a twisted leech, but the ball the swimming, she’d give her life, not to cook dinner, and laughs at the cheek, that someone delights, in storms across the reach, instead of a good time.

Lara

In Spring’s wet light, the wind is black and blows, stars come out like ice, no matter how we moan, the chill is fierce and bold, it knows we're not at home, with all our wild delight, and the love to roam, absence features in all goodnights, let love stifle our groans, even on the ‘phone, it’s precious when we’re gone, if different places bring us sight, tell us when we're cold, no matter what our time, in this short credit zone, how did you not know, my name is on what’s loaned, we cannot live alone.

Kay

Have you ever thought, she interrogates my face, about the misery you’ve wrought, do you think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's disgrace, to see what could have been, full of trouble and doubt, her Catholic eyes dilate, at some furious space without, for your part she screams, I might be some other place, a last supper shorn of dreams, an icon is on the wall, please don't hesitate she says, to cast my penance overall, a wild wind stalks the sea, she is like unleavened hate, the beat of her soliloquy, sings to me escape..