INDEX

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

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