INDEX

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

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