My favorite loony editor was the guy who sent my friend Harry an apparently mimeographed typewritten checklist with over forty specific, generally ideological, reasons for story rejections. They were things like "reinforces capitalist monocracy and consumerist values." On the other hand, another favorite crazy editor moment was when we discovered, on the illicit wall of crazy cover letters that was never supposed to exist in the first place, the cover letter for a friend of ours, years old, placed there apparently for its references to sex with robots -- which if you'd read his work, you'd know was entirely apt. Once an editor contacted me asking me about my race or ethnicity, because his publications had been criticized in the past for being too white. I said in my experience as an editor, to achieve diverse contributors one needs to make sure one's message of solicitation makes it to a diverse audience, and that I did not feel it was appropriate to ask submittors what their race was. He said, come on, just tell me. This bugged me. It's not like my race is some mystery. My story was about a bunch of white kids at a liberal arts college acting all whitey. I told him to consider my submission withdrawn. Anyhow, I publish six prose-poems on a quarterly basis and as far as I can tell there's no way to tell someone what a prose-poem is if what they want is for anybody anywhere to publish their rhyming verse. It's because of the same reason that makes poets at open mike events insensible to the notion of "fifteen minutes."