INDEX

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

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