Life changes…again


I wanted to share with all of you my latest updates. If you’ve been following my words at all, you probably already know that life has brought big changes to my world yet again. If you click on the photo, you can view my latest e-newsletter which was published this past Monday. To receive it in your own mailbox in the future, text MCMESKE to 22828 or click here and sign up for it.

At the time of this post, I am starting my new job as regional editor for Campbell Publications in Jerseyville, Illinois. I am managing three weekly papers: the Jersey County Journal, Calhoun News Herald, and Greene Prairie Press. My husband Kevin and I, along with my oldest son, have moved back to my hometown from West Virginia and are making our new home in the old town. Soon my mother will join us in the new home.  My aspirations as an author continue, staying at the forefront of all my vocational efforts.

However, I can say this for certain, it’s good to be home, and this time the change is for the best…



My latest e-newsletter publishes Monday…

newspaper-63189_960_720I will be publishing my latest issue of my mostly-monthly author e-mail newsletter on Monday morning, June 13. If you haven’t signed up to receive it, text MCMESKE to 22828 or click here to sign up today. You won’t want to miss the inside scoop! Join us on the trail…I’d love to have you on the journey!

A very special Monday…remember why

Today is Memorial Day. For many Americans, this holiday weekend has become the official start of summer—let the backyard BBQs begin, let the coolers overflow with as much beer as you can carry in from the car, and let the pool splashes last longer than the sunburn from a day spent too long in the water.

But wait. Shouldn’t we be reflecting more on why we even get to celebrate this weekend?

Now I’m not saying we shouldn’t spend time creating new memories with our family and friends. But what I am saying is that we should make sure those newly formed memories include an observation, a moment of reflection, and a demonstration of gratitude for those who have made the ultimate sacrifice serving our country and the ideals that make it what it is, protecting the rights and freedoms we enjoy every time we identify ourselves as citizens of the United States of America.

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Teach your children, your neighbors, your family members and friends to pause for just a moment or two and thank those who have served in our military and paid the price for our continued freedom. Be sure to thank their loved ones as well for being as unselfish as those compelled to serve. And while you’re at it, say a few words of thanks to those who have served and are lucky enough to have come back home as well as to those who are serving still today.

Then pass the steak sauce, pour on the sunscreen and let the suds flow…celebrate your good fortune and how incredibly lucky you are to be a citizen of this great nation!

P.S. And when you finally take a moment to rest, don’t forget to jump on over to Goodreads and enter the giveaway to win one of the five free books I’m giving away, along with some groovy swag! Entries end at 11:59 p.m. tomorrow (May 31), so don’t miss out…

cover_frontP.S.S. Life is changing fast for me in June. A new job, new digs in familiar surroundings, and new adventures await! But I’m still first and foremost an author, so be sure to stay tuned. The best way to do that is to sign up for my mostly-monthly email newsletter, which you can do by clicking here or by texting MCMESKE to 22828 and following the prompts.

P.S.S.S. My official book launch party for “The Dirt Still Looks the Same” is happening soon, and planning for a virtual launch party is underway as well. If you want to be on the inside track for all the latest and be a part of all the special things in store, subscribing to my author email newsletter is really the best way to stay in the know.

On the radio…

In case you weren’t able to tune in, here’s a link to my interview on Alton, Illinois WBGZ Radio’s morning show “Let’s Talk” from this morning  (May 23, 2016). Host Mark Ellebracht and I discussed my newly published book, “The Dirt Still Looks the Same,” and we also talked about poetry and writing in general.

Oh, and my big announcement came near the end of the half-hour show. Click on the link and take a listen…

Let’s Talk – 5-23 – Author Melissa Crockett Meske WBGZ


Trish Hopkinson: Why I Write


Premier Provo Poet Trish Hopkinson, co-founder of Rock Canyon Poets, has stopped by for a visit. For those of you who know Trish, you won’t want to miss this. For those of you who don’t, be sure to keep reading to learn more about why Trish writes, and why she ever did.


Then watch for me to return the visit next Sunday, May 22 when I stop by Trish’s blog at  My topic, “Poetry: Why Even Bother?”

Why I Write by Trish Hopkinson

In response to Terry Tempest Williams essay by the same name.

There was a time in my life when I tried to fill in the blankness with other art forms—photography and scrapbooking, calligraphy and lettering, a little graphic design, or the simplest of artistic prospects, like creative chore charts for my children. My practical, perfectionist side took over and muted my words, my pen, my urge to write. There seemed no specific purpose in pouring out poetry while swallowing wine, or a cold brew late at night. Years past and my happiness subsided; I felt incomplete, lacking, and sullen. Nothing was filling in the blank. Then I heard about a local poetry event, a poetry slam at a bookstore. I went. I never looked back. I had to learn the hard way why I write.

I write because I am selfish— a selfish poet. I write so the words will soothe my head. I write so monologue can escape. I write to serve my mind its medicine, dribbling it out like moldy penicillin that I drink up when my throat goes dry. I write to create a vaccine for sadness and insanity, like heart heroine. I write, not to print or publish, but as a passion placeholder; not meant to impress, not meant to be permanent. I write to recycle memories, damaged and raw, unrefined cud of thought. I write to force it up and spit it out. I write to remember, to form a poetry blanket of brain insulation, a cushion from the cold. I write to extract the byproducts of being, biodegradable and organic, like the warmth of childhood grilled cheese and tomato soup. I write to indulge in crucial comfort food, to fatten up after a poetry fast.

I write for me. I write because there is something intensely ironic and humane about being human. I write to lift up the heaviness of tangibility, to keep my thoughts light and my breathing deep. I write for my children, to show them that being selfish has a place and makes you more accessible to those you love. I write to uncover sympathy and turn it over, to expose the soft belly of empathy, to peel away layers of hardness, and to be someone’s friend when they need me. I write to relieve the busy-ness behind my eyes, the thoughts that keep me awake when I should be sleepy, and the unsettled havoc of the work week.

I write from gray, from the edges of blackness and whiteness. I write to interpret the static, the noise, the many alternate voices. I write to establish a persona, to determine my roles and how each role alters others. I write to find the mother, wife, daughter, sister, student, friend, and poet wandering within. I write as a woman, as an aspiring artist, as an extension of myself. I write out of necessity, out of bursting urges. I write with determination and courage. I write bravely, when all else is quiet, shy, and scared. I write to share secrets and solve mysteries. I write for relief. I write to fill in the blankness.

Trish Hopkinson has published two chapbooks, “Emissions” and “Pieced Into Treetops” and have been published in several anthologies and journals, including The Found Poetry Review, Chagrin River Review, and Reconnaissance Magazine. She is a product director at a software company by profession and resides in Utah with her husband and two children. To learn more, visit

We made it!!!

youth-570881_960_720Another year moves behind us as today marks the end of our celebration of all things poetry.

National Poetry Month aka #NaPoMo is marked each each year in April through a variety of ways…I chose to challenge myself to writing 30 poems during the past 30 days of celebration…

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my final three…poems 28, 29, and 30 can now be enjoyed here…along with the other 27.

I did it…we made it…and I thank all of you for your interest, support, and ongoing words of encouragement. Enjoy!!!

And be sure to come back every day for the next few days for some more exciting news as this author and poet continues to splash around and play in the wonderful world of words…and just in time for Mother’s Day!!!

I see a big reveal coming your way…stay tuned…