INDEX

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

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