INDEX

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

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