A little interview with me, about the one-word poem, AKA the pwoermd.
When my children Erin and Tim were young, I made up bedtimes stories about a cat named Gate Wilder Squid, and I would tell many of them over and over again. Years later, I recorded them into a tape recorder and transcribed them, later editing the transcription. This is the opening story of the series. (Later, in 2000, we acquired our own cat, a Manx we called Gate Wilder Squid as well—Gate, for short.)
I spent the first three weeks of June guest editing the September issue of The Volta/Evening Will Come, which focuses on visual poetry created by women. Thanks to Joshua Marie Wilkinson and Noah Eli Gordon for letting me put this issue together and to Afto…
Baby Geoff Huth and his mother Maureen Huth and her sister Jeaneen Tanner together at Maureen and Jeaneen’s parents’ house at 320 Palm Avenue, Millbrae, California, on 28 May 1960, when Geoff is three days old.