Nora

The poetes maudit, you always loved, regard me by your son, you say letters of women, never known who from, litter the earth’s rim, is that all there is, now they’re gone, pages stuck with yellow bits, maybe it’s a dry run, for our evening bond, 'another baby another bun?’ joking I feel the miss, drink something cool and long, like I’ve never listened, what have you begun, to keep me in the garden, birds chatter, bees hum, St Vincent Millay's song.

Mimi

2003 was a big year for me, but lost on the ‘phone, always another reality, my partner Sandra Agnew, the photographer of Nomads, parades in front her news, unashamed in similes, such learning in that zone, images wants me to see, try to learn what to do, don’t boil your bones, searching for a suitable excuse, it doesn't need servility, tell her time’s flown, find a place up the chimney, ride the storm or peruse, her snapshots when she’s gone, it’s not being cruel, I’m a picture at home.

Lara

You drive your red car, trying to look indifferent, so bizarre to wave ta ra, I love ports and rivers, places you can slip into, lonely beaches make me chuckle, what you said went too far, I died alive, still kicking, your desire for molten tar, a string of seaweed delivered, between madness and my solipsism, does it make you quiver, bottles, tidal, wood carved it’ll all be on Twitter, my story , feral stained dark, you forget when I’m riven, on many a star considered, will see you driven, howling towards the gutter.

Kirsty

Would you know better, still wonder if, you trust his letter, wiser than your Da or Ma, kissing your finger tips, wearing a little number, a spirit to your mettle , Ray Bans tightly clipped, sunning on the terrace, Aretha hits the Jukebox, rolling off your lips, pray a little goldilocks, no more time as creditor, hands upon your hips, you won’t easily forget him, talk goes pretty far, wonder if he’s shipped, does he dance at Shalimar, figure in your trip ?

Jade

Glide down a field of corn, my lover chides, dance again to the moon, an altar to pray upon, is that wise, how can you leave so soon, my heart goes boom, i want to tell her why, to dream is not to fool, break free of stupid news, feel the time is flying, the kids gone too soon, all my love’s a tune, played on an innocent light, I need to sing it through, a pitching sea of blue, reach towards a perfect sky, worries to fall off you, waiting for a tide.

Irena

Does your selfish mock, frighten sheets you sleep by, whey faced as their cotton, ones my Nana use to pummel, then hang out to dry, laughing at our songs, wine to sip at crowded docks, cigarettes and flies, men who kiss and shock, manifestos they unroll, across a crowded sky, anything to keep control, streets full of dramatic knocks, are you happy to lie, to see me switched off, near river tides and tunnels, by hurling lilac twilight, water running like in blossom, your face an icon.

Helena

Smoking a cigarette I exhale, shrunken in my mind, a lover's face impaled, can anyone retain, that unforgiving light, whatsoever she gained, hunted, proud, unfazed, no longer hailing the sky, I met her first in jail, she knew certain names, where it's wise not to lie, unship or regale, whom not to shame, she beat out her time, amidst raging flames, kept certain betrayals, mine the hauling frame, her eyes like the rain, blue as the wind.