On being a writer

Photo by Nina Rivas on Unsplash

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.


Thank you…



dr. d. e. fulford

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