INDEX

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

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