Things you never consider until after the contract is signed

I’ve only ever had a single dream in life: to have a manuscript I wrote accepted for publication. In January of this year, that dream came true.

And I still reeling from the back currents of what this means for my future.

My book under contract is a chapbook of memoir-in-poetry — one poem for each of the first 29 years of my life. The small press publishing it (Cathexis Northwest Press) has been more than accommodating and lovely along every step of the journey thus far. They even allowed me to work with a friend to create my own…

Digging into memories can be really tough

No matter how much you think you’ve dealt with a thing, it can come back and smack you when you least expect.

The scene: I’m working on a new manuscript.

Said manuscript is a collection of lyric essays centered on the topic of sex and how sex has manifested itself in various ways throughout my entire life. It’s not erotica, nor graphic in any way — just ruminations about various encounters, thoughts, experiences, and feelings from childhood into my 20s.

I started scratching down my own rabbit hole of memory last fall when I put together my chapbook, southern atheist

Get Inside will stay; newsletter will go

Friends and followers of Get Inside,

As you all know, times here on Medium are changing. Many of my favorite writers are taking off for different endeavors; the landscape shifts once again.

Further, my life beyond Medium is rendering me too strapped for time to continue with this newsletter. I am a full-time English instructor at a large university, an editor for an educational website, and am in the second year of my doctoral program. There simply are not enough minutes to do it all.

I want to humbly thank the few of you who read the newsletters I put out this summer. And more than that, I want to thank my incredible writers. I will continue to manage Get Inside, just sans newsletter.

I hope you are well and safe.

Your editor,
D. E. Fulford

Featuring Medium’s best in first-person poetry, nonfiction, and fiction

Happy Friday, readers!

It’s a strange summer. There is no denying this. My partner and I sneaked off on a very brief (but brilliant) five-day long motorcycle trip to northern New Mexico and southern Colorado, and the world feels a little less oppressive since we returned.

I even tossed a couple of my own poems onto the page in the last few weeks (“Tuck Your Face Behind Your Leaving,” and “Habits are Subjective When Everything is Bad”).

I hope you all are finding some comparable levity.

Without further ado, here are this edition’s featured writers!


Mimi Bordeaux is one of…

I once was a nailbiter, but not today

mom’s nails trimmed close for hands
melding daily with wet clay I sit
watching Mtv on her bed in the living
room — she sacrifices her privacy for
mine — and gnawing my cuticles with

crooked teeth until a splash of blood
runs out she scolds me that’s a disgusting
but i pretend not to hear sing my
warbly harmonies to Cyndi Lauper or
Roxette the ethereal fantasy dolls of life

removed from our racist southern town
bigoted Baptists who bring pamphlets
from church to try to get me to come to
service ever since Mrs. …

I’ll still be watching

i’m going to write it all down so somewhere between
the lines of where reality mingles with fantasy — shuffling
a lop-waltz against the pain of what will never come, i’ll
greet myself in shades of me — semblance of a life unlived
poking holes in my nightly reveries tickling my thought-
fantasy life right into being where you lived, too, we played
at knowing anything at all stuffed between smudged pages
and thirsty long sips of one another.


©DEF, 2020

D. E. Fulford is a full-time university writing instructor and part-time educational editor. Her Medium writing focuses (mostly)…

Sky Collection Quote Prompt № 14

A voice comes to your soul saying
Lift your foot. Cross over.
― Rumi

yeah, that same summer life flew to bits
i perched naked on the rooftop overlooking
tomorrow thought about catching a lift on
a wind that will never come but watched the
sherbet-hues bandy with cloud wisps instead
telling myself it’s fine everyone feels this way
which is a rotten deception but can make me
feel better in the longest moments when cries
strangle thoughts and all i had to do was to
make the call.


Thank you, Samantha Lazar with Sky Collection. ❤


©DEF, 2020

D. E. Fulford is a full-time university…

Featuring Medium’s best in first-person poetry, nonfiction, and fiction

Hello, dear readers,

Welcome to another edition of Get Inside’s bimonthly newsletter!

I hope you are well and taking care of yourselves and one another. It’s gotten to the point in the summer where the heat reaches about 100F degrees in Colorado each day, so I am desperately attempting to stay cool!

As promised in “Get (Even Deeper) Inside #2,” this newsletter will feature a writer in each of GI’s main three genres: nonfiction, poetry, and fiction (plus a special mention for the “Under 50” category, as well!). Read on to discover some incredible writers!


This edition’s featured nonfiction contributor…

Featuring the best in first-person poetry, nonfiction, and fiction

Hello, dear readers,

I’m not terribly old, but I have been around for a while. And I can easily say I have personally never experienced as tumultuous a time as those in which we are currently living. Sometimes, I feel quite lost and hopeless with the sheer quantity of injustice and ignorance in the world.

Then I take a step back into myself, breathe, think of all for which I am grateful, and act in love.

Wherever you are and whoever you are: I hope you are safe and have people who love you in close vicinity.

Now, here’s what…

d. e. fulford, ma, macw

Instructor, editor, and author of forthcoming poetry chapbook — southern atheist: oh, honey — by Cathexis Northwest Press

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