INDEX

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

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