Bad Poetry is the Basis of all Life On Earth! Without Half-Crazed Freaked Out Poets spewing Inane senseless Verse, like Romans Vomitting at an Orgy, the World Would Be a Sad Place Indeed! To Coleridge, Bukowski, W.Berry and Others, I Raise My Bottle of Cheap Poetry Wine! I Drink Until My Pen Explodes in a Mess of Literacy Emesis                -Bill Leyva (A published poet in our 1990 issue; he might not have been a member of staff, but he was one of us.)