INDEX

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

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