INDEX

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

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