Landy

You whisper love, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face a moon, you wear a hooded coat, saints reveal their bomes, they massages your soul, your hands in kid gloves, a life learning to moan, you fly to those who give, frisky as a spring foal, silent as a snowy owl, survey the market zones, eager to earn a crust, is why you'll follow, fresh linen and Cologne, when men need a shawl, apply the sacred oaths, won't let them pray alone, far beyond the purple dust, your star is coming home, they know how much lost, how much sown.

Kayla

What you would never do, stuff you swore, ride in fields of blue, dance again to the sun, rage against broken laws, pretend you're the one, my partner droops, why do you say this for, fools ding out of tune, she makes me want to run, take holy orders, drown my days in rum, rage at every heirloom, act a rouged whore, leave her here to stew, certain things I shun, binding ties for sure, eyes wide for one, love makes me roar.

Jessie

When did I start crying, was going back to Ireland, when my son asked why, Nana loved the horses, you who poured sand, on that altered discourse, like the ferry glides, over how my life crammed, to anchor in his smiles, he says Nana is forlorn, a martyr to her son, did she ever dawn, you were the one who lied, tales somehow run aground, the way he died, all through these storms, i am masking wounds, troubled notwithstanfing, he wasn't done.

Isla

Give me those fake jewels, let me laugh through tears, I will dance with fools, take cold white stars, my tresses bring them near, say we'll go to Mars, his face turns churlish hue, thinks he's in the clear, how he takes my news, I file smile and depart, leave him ached for years, in my reverie no charts, he can whisper and sue, won't want a soul to hear, I shrug at being cool, love is a poisoned dart, my perfume costs me dear, his a punctured heart, all men with power fear.

Hattie

She paints religious scenes, dabs around a glaze, echoes a thirty-year dream, regards a piece she’s honed, feels joy in this frame, it’s never set in stone, yellow shafts of sunbeams, cold studio's just the same, images she puts in scenes, the canvas could be foam, a stretch on wooden nails, nights before she goes home, a matchstick in the sea, bobbing without a flame, floating for eternity, her clothes hand me down, waits for end of day, drinks in this ocean town, her head nods in relief, dancing eyes can play, artists are never easy, all fail the ame.

Gia

Living here's no paradise, it’s always in the news, people aren’t very nice, might as well be jail, pavement’s stick like glue, love’s a broken name, all I want's a better life, show what I can do, instead of needing respite, my songs are well regaled, all the arias too, pity I can't escape, this cesspit full of lies, little images made of you, don't ask me why, what has been created, boils like mutton stew, know I’m not an easy play, being home's no searchlight, when it beams on truth, in the lilac evening light, there's no pretty hue.

Frannie

She says a dawn novena, worries about her feet, wonders who will see her, love is a trap door, knows what secrets to keep, hangs around the floor, every tune's a trigger, s golden shuffle conceit, hard times for soul singers, hope rises at the shore, but when night turn green she tends to pray alone, is God having a snigger, to ignore her depth of need, no test is ever bigger, perhaps a communion order, even a slow retreat, tells her the score, lets her dream.