INDEX

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

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