INDEX

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

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