Poetry, with photographs of highway scenes. These poems are suffused with a playful surrealism that expresses a pleasure in being in the world: "Oh you have a silly buckle in your mouth/ this morning/ Did you swallow a pillow of happy as you lay down/ my love/ Beside Churgle and Who Hah and/ Howdey Legs/ I think I'll take a sun tickle bath myself/ Pull out the Wha Hoo plug."
--John M. Bennett
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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