Tag Archives: Colleen Kolhoff Little

I need smokes and I need lunch. a calico bass will do just fine. observe the mouth, the way it O’s like a button, its paper thin, a broken heart. gut the fish first and find the viscera, revealed is … Continue reading →

We worry first before a new day begins and fall into the wreckage, the disturbances, until we find the destruction of broken breath. There is a riot of lianas tangled into all the lives lost here. Salvage what you can. … Continue reading →

A bitter orange briefly will pierce the tongue. You want to say gasoline, relinquish, succulent, fire. It’s too expensive. So are your desires, paragraphs hung on the inside of the mouth, tongue rafters, the ridge and curve. The wild phlox … Continue reading →