Maybe. My recent submission, which included a poem about condoms, two about miscarriage, one about suburban voodoo and one about an bitchy person I went to grad school with all came back rejected in record time. The condom poem was on top, and looking at it, I was struck by the sudden idea that it was a little ridiculous that I had a poem about a condom and I had sent it to the Southern Poetry Review . Now I'll admit I've never read a full issue of SPR , they don't have samples online, and I live in a literary vacuum now as far as lending privileges go. (Oh how I miss you, Piper Center Resource Library!) Skimming through the current contributors, I noticed K.A Hayes, a poet I know (somehow) from working at HFR . She wasn't one of the contributors on my issues as editor, but I think I solicited poems from her. Since I can't comment on their aesthetic, I'll blame the condom poem. It started as just a crazy idea; I liked the fact that a major condom company had its...
Feminism, poetry, poetics.