INDEX

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

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