INDEX

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

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