INDEX

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

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