INDEX

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

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