INDEX

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

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