INDEX

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

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