Thanks for the initiation into the strange word (world?) of pwoermds.
I've just been over to the UK. Waiting for me at [my parents'] house was NTST.
I read the first few pages, got so excited that I started scribbling down my pwoermds. That I wrote nearly 50 in one day is testament to not having much else to do. Actually, they remind me of the cryptic crossword mindset I used to inhabit: a joy and a curse. You spend your day semi-abstracted turning words over and over inside and out certain that there's a 'find' somewhere waiting on the horizon of your vocabulary.
I'd dip back into your text and DAMN! you'd got there first and I'd have to sratch it out - I now realise my 'psilent' is one of yours (or more or less).
I wasn't sure mine were always 'pure' pwoermds (if such a thing exists). Is one allowed two words/ a phrase? At what point does the pwoermd meet the pun?
As I was swimming this morning, I was thinking of food equivalents - a good pwoermd is the literary equivalent of sushi? An 'amuse bouche' that titillates the palate and then is swallowed with relish? Little detonations/ de-notations of sense. Certainly I like the way they force attention on to tiny little energies of language. Space seems to open up in the joints. Articulations - that's the word. Plus a naughtiness - and danger even? - s writing verges upon illiteracy/ dyslexia/ the scrambled.