INDEX

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

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