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I make no mistakes when I am writing, in that I say exactly what I mean to say. My writing doesn't come with a disclaimer. Creativity doesn't and shouldn't. I'm not interested in pleasing everyone all of the time. That's an implausibility. If you're not offending someone part of the time, perhaps you are not a writer or a poet.  Each of us brings their own interpretations to what they read. That is part of what makes poetry intriguing to me. Some writers write exactly what's on their minds.  Yet there's also a lot that is hidden beneath. Some references which  are archaic, personal, literary, cultural, scientific, supernatural, ethnic. I'm an irregular melange. Most of us write what/who we know- ourselves. So if you ever run out of something to write about...write about you. Its bound to be interesting. And you won't run out of material..   Recent works,are usually posted near the top of my site.. All works are dated and time-stamped when  they were first written.   About me: I've been writing poetry since I was a child. Its only within the last 23 years that its now ny priority, preoccupation and bliss. Also, over time I've  become quite adept and prolific at painting watercolors.  Examples of my work are on my facebook page under my own name Melissa A. Howells. Check them out if you'd like. Thank you for reading my "stuff."

I thought it might be relevant to mention my early love of poetry. My first volume of poems was a primer, a used older school volume of poetry
from the 1940's in hardcover called "Time For Poetry." My Mother purchased it for me. It contains the first poem I ever memorized, "Oh There Once Was
A Puffin." The next book of poetry I received, again on my 6th birthday was a copy of A.A. Milne's When We Were Very Young. So many of my early
and memorized favorites are among them, including "Disobedience" about a little three year old boy's Mum who goes missing in spite of
his advice not to go down to the end ot the town without consulting him. And other favorites include ones about Bad Sir Brian Bottany, Three LIttle Foxes,
a King who insisted on butter for his royal slice of bread, and an odd melange of thee animal friends, Ernest the Elephant, Leonard the Lion
and James who was a very small snail. And the third most influential book of poetry of my childhood was an illustrated version of favorites by
the illustrator Tasha Tudor...and my favorites were about "looking out how you used proud words", and "how pleasant to know Mr.Lear, who
has written such volumes of stuff...some think him ill-tempered and queer while others find him pleasant enough" and finally the wonderfully
irreverant poem about Rebecca Offendort "who was given to the furious sport of slamming doors." I don't know who I like best in all the fictionalized
childhood characters in poetry, Rebbeca Offendort, Bad Sir Brian, James James Morrison Morrison Weatherbee George Dupree, or
Isabel who didn't scurry nor fret and hurry.  I could write volumes more about Shel Silverstein and others. All books  given to me as a child
were often inscribed to M , who loves poetry, from your Mother. She read poetry to me instead of reading stories. My Father read my poetry
book to me when I was hospitalized longer with severe complications from my tonsilectomy.I can still remember him reading poetry me
in the hospital's rocking chair when I was four. I used to write poetry as gifts for my parents when I had no money for presents. Poetry
has always been a welcome distraction and avocation in my life.