INDEX

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

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