INDEX

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

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