When I was fifteen, I was just starting to develop an interest in poetry. I was memorizing "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost and listening to "Boy in the Bubble" by Paul Simon over and over again. I still had yet to write a poem that wasn't assigned by an English teacher.At fifteen, Andrew David King not only writes some pretty sharp stuff, but he runs an online lit journal, Wings of Icarus. Thank goodness I don't measure my self-worth against the achievements of others...
He's just posted my poem "Haiku 1-4" in the Wings of Icarus poetry section. You can read it here.
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