INDEX

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

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