when polished nails touch Ulysses Marion Bloom appears on the cover corseted and heaving over the leather's top between that and her windblown hair, No it's not literary No it's not No important enough for these pages, my dear be certain to scrape off all that cherry bomb red before your fingers hit the keys if you want your book to be important enough for us Yes a quarter are written by the fair sex Yes twenty-five percent is fair as long as you continue to taste salt in the wind in your heroine's hair when our taste is for coffee grounds & tea leaves the rest is fetish, is popular, is waste wipe that lipstick off your face what do you mean that's just your smile? I know what shallow tastes like
Terrific response to this issue.
(I’ve missed reading your poems.)
Thank you. I’m coming off a month of ridiculous deadlines, and I need to get back in the habit of posting.
I *just* mentioned this on a thread in #ModPoPENN. The issue being about VIDA, Howe and reviews of women poets. I am getting onto representation now…