Dee

In the passage there's a fight, between the drinkers and vagrants, her youngest suffers in silence, some ports are a sty, behind the lip of alley ways, where the cruise ships lie, she goes forward with a sigh, a cool oasis mind contained, away from the tourist cries, their brains are fried, what you would expect anyway, by sun, sex and wine, stilled by a daughter dying, laughing like no one's to blame, she dreams of islands, waits a moment for a lamp to shine, the monastery’s sweet gaze, a loving darkness around her light, kneels to an ancient flame.

Dolores

You laugh the way you do, but it’s not the heat, the desert doesn't frighten you, that’s not you you say, these flowers stay sweet, even after the rain, you are like a worn shoe, brown and sixty three, before the wind rocked cruel, but you won’t blow away, like the autumn leaves, nothing disturbs your sway, just the yellow and grey, poverty you turned to dreams, lying back on hot spring days, not letting the doom crew, turn your head or make it seem, sad dancing at a Blues, stay with me.

Dimica

Before you came for me, asked me to carry the light, of law across the sea, you said it made you burn, a love you thought was right, bid mighty ships to turn, famed in daylight for their speed, their whispered sails at night, stentorian terms agreed, parchment sparkles in the bow, a power beyond my sight, three whole days you begged to learn, provided therapy for all to see, on cushions beneath my thighs, famed or broken ill at ease, you wailed out your misery, " let me love a child'', a broken tort on my knees, fury in your smile.

Caleah

More than any swollen eye, love holds the door ajar, a hair break down the line, inflated or on the wane, she can cry if she pleases, if the same happens again, home is not a pig sty, compared to that other hoopla, made by another's lies, who needs this game, she brings a doll's stare, the mental pictures she frames, by water she asks why, swears she'll go far, never forgets the war inside, Hell is on the fly, or the highway burning tar, she sees the harvest light, where's her Da ?

Ceyda

She's happy can't you see, she didn't want to be alone, there wasn't enough energy, you didn't treat her right, skimmed her like a stone, she never could shake those nights, you have to let her be, hair sailed out she dances home, did you see that rolling sea, a mirror for your plight, did she make you last to know, melted fudge angel delight, born in a cotton shield, she'd never deliberately throw, sand across your jelly beans, bluegrass rings down the valley, makes your blood flow, love we couldn't reach, now she steals the show.

Cathy

Our day is just beginning, i dance arms out wide, Burbo Bank is full of swimmers, she kills me with her thighs, next to me like a bride, she twists her twisted smile, a constant cigarette brimming, drips blue water at my side, a writer for the losers, I won’t say she’ll survive, her likes don't cross the line, like ships upon the tide, she isn’t called for giving, never understands a mother’s why, but doesn't want to sin, i could demand many things, Medea would use the knife, but why when you can sing, just praise the time.

Cally

Deep burnt eyes this January, her work sets her free, even if she loves spiritually, what separates her wooden nails, taut canvas lets her see, painting is a hero game, surrounded by the raging sea, she feels the pull of Liberty, lights her mis en scene. Our Lady frees the pain, in yellow nights of dreams, even if she looks the same, a bravura of scurried fields, maps the bottle, men she weaned, away from that disease, i'm doubtful of her sanctity, a winter of religious scenes, she pencils in another frame, splits another masterpiece. pain, energy, day miss, bliss, christmas, insist those uncertain questions, whip us everyday, to know cruel prison, can they see your feet, the mangrove ticks with heat, no fire or blue reason she won't ever see a horizon of celebrity