Zana

The guests who won’t leave, this house of the spirit, blast fire on our dreams, engage with bad news, push us to our limits, swallow some awful brew, they are like banshees, turn our bones to relics, invent terrible music sheets, know that love runs true, escape by ship this instant, make decisions on the blue, summon a horde to agree, what we gift we kill, by blessings of the sea, wild rejoicing still to do, spend our lives this minute, locked within this unholy crew, who hold all the ticket

Yara

Strained in my bones, I struggle to explain, heart whirrs like a drone, returning home feels good, kisses blown in the rain, she holds the door open, laughs at all my jokes, the useless games, small wonder that I’m broke, must do what I should, take yesterday's blame, with tins of chocolate, she wears a lemon Kermode, the ribbons of a day, leaves her standing cold, a sea wind ocean floods, the tornado of her rage, her imprisoned lips mouth, you're dancing again.

Xena

Here's the question, why on the communal phone, do you only whisper, behind a crushed mesh serenade, swallow awkward notes, in crinkled paper shades, any reason you’re like this, these never imagined sweet tones, should come to this, rain dances on the parade, flush with the marked zones, colours of barred gates, you’re lonely that’s the jist, is that what love is for, smoke illicit sisters’ cigarettes, numb away the pain, say you've been honed, a lovers' voice tolls again, you smoke on your own.

Whitney

Round a futile yard, we try to hide our fears, ships gone on the rocks, light a path to Mars, satellites hang in the atmosphere, by multitudinous stars, these miracles of endless parts, don’t shift our tears, shaken answers for a start, no need to look far, everything we know is here, hell heaped on a handcart, junk is for no marks, that picture is clear, sentence pronounced by some old nark, how it broke our hearts, to see such loss smeared, like sunshine on prison bars, your time coming near.

Veronica

Who wants to be free, my lover reaches, her hand where I can see, nothing between her and sun, the breeze lazy on the sea, don't you want some fun, love strays over this beach,, she says brightly, her toenails painted peach, skin all toned and scrubbed, she thinks she's a celebrity,. light as a biscuit crumb, not given to any jealousy, if by reason of speech, she'll stand no scrutiny, says marriage's a tin drum, somehow glistens with certainty, knows nothing is ever done, If I speak I’ll scream..

Unity

There's just one tune, alone by the beach, I want to play to you, if there’s others you know, memories other fools leave, do they echo like pheromones, your mud caked shoes, lemon blue by the sea, glisten in a glorious hue, can you feel in your bones, like Davy Jones’s feet, the need to atone, you laugh at this news, in your voice a creak, marine gardens hove in view, men are permanently loath, to accept your testimony, when you say it’s over, coins jingle in payphones, others only beseech, between distance and home, they’re history.

Tracylee

If there’s more to say, your ma’s no harm, welcomes me anyway, trees and yellow roads, fresh linen and thorns, we enact the County code, it’s harvest time and hay, I'm lucky to be born, when a life is saved, you move such big loads, down fields of corn, fresh as I’ve seen anyone, your mother gyrates, within a gathering storm, understands your greatness, brings me wine and Coke, a summertime sojourn, we dance alone, on fine blue mornings.