INDEX

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

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