NEWS: Let others come to you and figure you out or not. My poetry is personal, gritty to the bone. If it bothers you, maybe you have learned something from me. Or perhaps something about yourself. Keep an open mind and heart always when you can. Recently, a talented and promising poet from England Matt told me he was closing down his site here. That gave me cause for pause. Lets all be a bit more welcoming and supportive here. After all, its the differences in every one that make life interesting and worth while. Matt I hope you come back. Art and writing are essential to me, essential as breathing. I don't need to be paid to write or create.
ABOUT: 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.Close Window