M I M D

A pwoermd is a one-word poem—no title—the poem is its own title and text, as we are ourselves. Oneward and aptword.

Pwoermd makes the words abstract, it defamiliarizes them, separates from their natural habitat. It goes deep down within the realms of words, where nothing is what it seems. Pwoermd brings to the forth the way the words sound and look, you can almost feel its taste and smell. According to Geof Huth “pwoermd” is “a spark to make imagination move”.

“Writing a pwoermd is like origami. Words are folded, bent, creased and finally turned into something else. There’s a lot to unpack and tease apart from these seemingly simple objects, and no limit to what one can do with them.”

—Mike Busam