On being a writer

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i was born with ink for saliva and the alphabet for synapses —
a wet and loquacious catastrophe of character spilling through mama’s open guts and into verse—

sure: some of us are cultivated through meticulous and persistent educational integration

but some of us just simply are.

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Thank you…

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dr. d. e. fulford

Instructor, editor, researcher, and author of poetry collection— southern atheist: oh, honey — from Cathexis Northwest Press