INDEX

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

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