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