Lately I have been pondering upon my own beginnings - the genesis of my genius, the opening of my poetic flower, the dawn of my lyrical day. It has occurred to me that each misfit grows into its own strange and exotic flower in the hothouse of high school, and it would behoove me, in moving forward, to look back at this fertile and fearsome time.
In the coming months I will be devling deep into the psyche of my younger self, and shaping these findings into a presentation likely to blow your poetic socks off. If you would like to stay with me as I reach into the eye of my adolescent storm, I would be honoured to have you,
yours,
Poet Laureate Telia Nevile
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