Your magazine is absolutely marvelous. A couple of years ago, I ran into a poem of Mr. David Lehman on The New Yorker: "Who She Was". I must have passed it on to a couple dozens of friends one of my favourite pieces of poetry. I looked for Mr. Lehman's poetry books on the Internet, unsuccesfully. By chance (I was reading Charged), I ran into a series of his poems. Quite a nice surprise.

In David lehman's poen called "Sexism," he makes a clear distiguishment between men and women. The first thing that struck me odd about this poem was that he is a man, so how can he know the woman's happiest moment in life? But what I really would like to make a point about is men and women are not different at all. We are all the same species and we all have the same thoughts and feelings. In fact, I think the only differance is our physical makeup. In fact, the only reason men and women may act differently is because as children we are set with steryotypes. A man is like a woman, just as a black man is like a white man. thank you

Your poems suck!