INDEX

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

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