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