Ah yes, here is the evidence of the bad teenage anxst poetry we all seem to write; mine happened in the eighties. These are the three poems that were published. I'll eventually scan them and post them here.
Hill, K. "Love." Reading Area Comunity College 15 Feb. 1988: 4. Print.
Hill, K. "Love." Treasured Poems of America. Sistersville, WV: Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum, Inc., 1989. 58. Print.
This poem was originally printed in a four page local community college newsletter on hot pink paper. I'm pretty sure that doesn't count as a professionally published poem, but it is an example of how much my mom liked the poem she found crumpled up in a ball when she cleaned my room one day. She flattened out the paper and showed it to one of her college friends who worked on their weekly newsletter. They wanted to know where I had copied it from and were both surprised that I was the one who wrote it. Three weeks later, my mom showed me the copy of the newsletter with my poem in it. Don't you just love how people in the eighties were oblivious to copyright laws?
Anyway, everyone raved about the poem so much that people encouraged me to submit it into one of the poetry contests that you always see in newspapers and magazines. At the time, we didn't know how much of a scam those contests were. You're chosen as a winner, but then you have to pay $80 to $100 bucks to buy each lovely hardbound edition. It didn't matter to me at the time. I was just so excited to be a published poet at thirteen years of age.
Hill, K. "Mom and Me." What Are You Reading? RACC 1.1 (1988): 6. Print.
This is another college publication, but this one was first official publication by the student government, so they made a big deal out of it. I was asked to submit a poem about my mom who had just been elected to the government board. See, nepotism is not all bad. It's a cute little ditty about mom and daughter relationships.
Hill, K. "Warmth of the Sun." Reading Eagle 6 Nov. 1988, Musings sec.: N. pag. Print.
The Reading Eagle newspaper was calling out for local poets to submit work for their Musings section. They picked mine and printed it. There's not really a fun story there. This was just an attempt at serious poetry writing. Ha!