INDEX

INDEX was published in 2021 by zimZalla, you can find out more about it and buy it here.

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the mist-enveloped landscape
the dead man sat alone in the library
be shy of the coffee
you ask me why I'm depressed!
mother is very proud of her large stone intellect
deeply constant are the feelings In the little cup
He laid his damp palm on the frozen face of nature
in the dooming times of retreat
after sundown
run, jump, you are approaching a divinity.
A hat should give you a feeling
hearing the devil
across the city for a day and a night
look Think of a number
The old woman had a cocky air
From off your table take the right sort of books
There's nothing like four rather vain attics
Are you gilt furniture in the slanting sunlight?
Here we go
the King of their city was a ghool;
I'm thinking of the man
dreaming of the golden days darling.
In times like these, perform the can-can
Let us construct a typical London at noon
good luck London
smooth and important
Blend the entire sky with feelings of anger and sadness
an isolated queen woke up
I Try to conceal my tender gifts
A gondola rowed by a lone ghost
cut up potatoes for soup
You will need a watery sun.
my money has a firm handshake
cold and cruel newspaper reports
Pretend you lived before
another nicely behaved snake
This is a tremendous screaming opportunity
Why not Make a large, flat, decorative wall map?
The young grey squirrel
What's the idea this time?
I used to go and comb the mountains
gentian-spangled sugar and shaky experience
call a spade an immense chandelier children
You have turmoils
the close-packed clouds play the guitar
I would like to thank Van Gogh for the tap on the nut
I should like to show you
make one little pile of haunting sadness
Start by using a crumpled paper towel
we went to the country
place a tea wagon at one end of the earth
self-consciously picturesque
families with low incomes are buying
how was one to get used to SCHOOL?
black stone, NOTES black gloves
the humble noble apple
refine your picture-gallery
artists all over the world
I don't want to go into the details
poetry can be produced in a dark cupboard
no actual tabletop cooking is involved
The problem of the day-by-day fondue hostess
For Heaven's Sake
a sensible girl witnessing the integration of the bride
fly over the lawn at dusk.
in a world
If you have a big fat turkey cock
long-dead She rose
Tired of working in the kitchen?
a solid-hearted lettuce has a trifling mind
women should never wear chopped ham or blotted paper
Another jerk dictates the gin-sodden gabble of the town
Br-r-r-r, it's cold outside-
remember a pleasant materialistic painter.
you are in an orchard, Some time after midnight
trouble with false hearted lovers
make an experiment
sleep off the brandy, speak the truth
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