INDEX

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

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