The best way to relate what happens in these pages is to quote one of the shorter poems in its entirety, so here is "Liturgical Quandry" by r.J. dates:
During the service,
the pastor farted.
It was a stern and resonant fart.
But no one could figure where it fit
in the liturgy.
Bodily excretions, oozing sores, low humor turned into mana, the raw fodder of material existence with a religious zeal. This issue is divided evenly between poetry and a letters section that is just as depraved and inventive as the poetry. Reading FEH! has the effect of reminding you of your own gritty reality while making you laugh and think. And as always plenty of great visuals, from classic to contemporary, that invoke the same paradoxical Epiphanies as the text. When the sewers wax eloquent it smells like FEH!--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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