Tag Archives: Melissa Louis Fletcher


I. I have killed my paintbrushes. I left their spiny heads without water constantly upright in the jar, a torture pose of disregard forced to watch while the plants drank abundantly. They are dispersed and peaceful now on some graven … Continue reading

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What Minnesota Had to Say

Settle down settle up settle in settle it Settle (or don’t) for lessthanwhatyou deserve Shut up shut it out shut the window Shut the screen so June bugs don’t buzz in Be good be vigilant be loveable be quiet Be … Continue reading

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Weather Report

At twenty-below our halos froze midair, shattering down on the sidewalk into 12 inches of something slippery. I could not cup my alpaca gloves enough to catch your clouded breath and prevent our freezing couplet. Spring will come soon enough, … Continue reading

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