Nora

You won't leave me alone, know every move I make, even on my bones, Oh do it if you must, get me from this place, instead of gathering dust, enough of you is cloned, to leave a nasty taste, when you bring me home, it’s just another loss, looked at this way, am aware of every cost, your hair is always combed, you are someone who craves, regular trips to town, can't hide the cost, what is left to take, me I've got a lot, write forever notes, Blue promissory fakes, stamp it on your stone, I'm a girl who waits.

Mollie

Please don't make me cry, falling stars nothing new, between the moon and sky, enjoy being stupid, think you are so cool, in a universe of cupids, don’t say it's all right, to flush me down sewers, hold arsenic to the light, it’s not my perfume, sense it makes you crude, breathe it deeply fool, you’ll soon face the tides, without any view, when you’re up this high, if it’s not lassitude, I'll find other tools, to turn your iips blue, bitter dreams candlelight, give me my due, angels gossamer stripes, won't revive you.

Lara

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, to gurgle with the rain, go and mend a fuse, work at what we've blown. it will come again soon, don't care what it takes, at supper ask for bones, search for ways tp pay, forget what is our due, no constant need to show, a party ship of fools, we always walk in State, spit upon the ground, consider what remains, no one sees us lose, whether up or down, run better on low fuel, summer's here again, gives us all we know, bounty to our grace, resting in the shallows.

Katie

My visions help negate, what's hard to believe, when you ran away, did you roll in thunder, explode like artillery, lost in moans to number, you'll find out one day, just what you leave, plans you’ve thrown away, my mind's now uncluttered, only wild birds screech, who needs love, why stand in the way, of a cowards retreat, now you've had your say, it does make you wonder, gemstones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories of your fate, are not easy to keep, but poetry of our days, blesses my sleep.

Janice

In any kitchen place, when you figure it, there's always a flake, morning after shakes, Chefs boiling in bits, they all need a wage, bosses on the make, Spotify's new gadgets, hang from the plates, my head's in space, no words can fit, le grande porcelaine, spinning my face, a window launderette, puts me out the game, light up by a frame, select from the list, music holds me today, be a cheek to say, love doesn’t exist, but my hisband's mate, looks like he's hit,

Indy

Smouldering like a star, chasing numbers, leaving back doors ajar, drink sets her apart, her boss says 'i wonder,' she's a great heart, then she bought a car, it made her trouble, he won't let her off, right from the start, bewildered and rumbled, she floors the tar, her lovely Da, ten years in numbness, still hears her laughter, could have gone far, her life surrendered, a slash of lipstick on, the love of her Ma, terrible to be a mother, eyes a burrowed tarp, says love is a hunger.

Hope

By the rose garden door, of Saint Phillip Neri, she watches the poor, cross Catherine Street, in their eyes a need, linen can'twash clean, the soul of lost hordes, for some a little weed, sun falls as they walk, every evening an entry, when life is cheap, it's a beggar's party, all of them taught, you don't need judiciary, to shoplift a store, only truth is to scurry, not be indentified, brought before a jury, each part of thought, is the stuff of poverty, now and then caught, between moon and sea.