INDEX

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

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