Isla

As if to anticipate me, the wind soothes the Lime, and Cypress trees, on hills beyond the Cliffs, an ambient light, seeps, says forget his lips, I drink green tea, aroused in stumbled fright, by a foam washed sea, surprised in my shift, supposedly young and bright, I still hear music shiver, his song one long apology, really more of a whine, stunted by apostrophe’s, mandolin strings drift, on futures with the tide, remnants of cargo ships, sing of love and sigh.

Harriet

Was going to leave without you, idly breathing without a clue, a supposed departure from Taranto, I chew pasta and think about home, but really don’t know what to do, you are such a generous soul, this friend of yours Billy Hughes, my Italian friend brings news, says he really isn’t true, knows it’s not New York, but most place have the same avenues, that walk the unfaithful walk, since our time on Corfu we’ve had to face the truth only love makes you drool, men think they can beat our bones, fade away into the blue, but they bring nothing at all, least of all Billy Boo Boo.

Gerri

Your love of Horse, a needling wire, allows for no discourse, no rush to atone, for the offerings of desire, hands like ice cold stone, cut our morning recourse, fevered in dawn’s grey light, they run a river’s course, on burdens we own, through candlelit nights, our demons ride home, there is no concourse, for ourselves or the time, friends have all withdrawn, we sail all alone, like a tide breaks the line, circumnavigates the globe, laughing on fire.

Francesca

Why treat me so uncouth, enclude me in your dreams, melt me lemon blue, with your scents and perfumes, and easy Ballet scenes, don’t run a knife through glue, your palace lies in ruins, dances feather like in the sea, its walls are yellow mildew, take me there as rescue, and forever gently ease, its face to mine in tribute, your tiny satin shoes, splay like tambourines, waiting for such a move, why leave me here as rebuke, if you’ve someone else to see, no one need know the truth, rise above its beams.

Eileen

You'd pray everything’s right, your daughter says, including unforgiven light, you smile between moans, laugh as if sunlit all day, but who will control us, around your eyes, there’s a certain terrain, the love that we prized, chasing numbers like a drone, the lights of Bingo emporiums, in rain or touch of snow, as if passing by you sigh, does everyone think that way, smoking your Marlboro Lites, could never get the tone, as your family raged, water falling pheromones, no more use as blame.

Dee Dee

We dream of justice, jangled thrown away, dream of life consistent, when we think of home, whoever believes that domain, do we think of love, rage does not absolve us, nor further troubles gain, we wash dishes on the move, calendars retain the known, need now to turn the page, polish our brilliant stones, all our interests, with loving children every day, make us take a back step, we cannot undo what’s done, great stories have to wait, our endless tales mellowed, how we live today.

Christine

When I look to see, three missed trains, your face is both relic and screen, what is it you wish to hear, that love alone should remain, becalmed as the vanquished bar, are those lines just tweaked, in the wine given away, nights of cafe's and drunken sleeps, beyond the carriage car, trees wave in gentle rain, cigarettes assist your jar, electrics shush to the wheels, I hear them rush away today, unhearing of your childish zeal, what makes you scared, wrapped around you every day, my mother says take care your talk to stay sane ?