They said it was a place for
writers,
poets.
Your work will be read-
debatable.
Or seen-
better.
Just follow the guidelines,
the rules.
Well, Keats called Kerouac
and they have decided-
your rules suck.

Your fishwrap is a bimbling mess,
twisted tight in nepotism and gawd awful editing.
The selection adds few new writers or ideas,
all the while not promoting prose.
However-
you have managed to protect the veneer of a few coffee tables dotted scantly across a Southern portion of the east coast from an over chilled glass of something
forgettable.