INDEX

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

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