Interviewer’s Note: On behalf of Farrago’s FMI, I recently had a chance to sit down with a local nonfigure, as he calls himself, Slade St. John. Slade runs a micro-press on the side and dabbles—more than dabbles, really—in cryptozoology. His press is Horn’s Call Press, which operates on an invitation-only basis for publishing chapbooks of poetry.All they’ll find is it’s under construction. And for now it’s invitation only. I just don’t have the time—plenty of inclination, just no time—to run open calls.
–Berrien C. Henderson
FMI: Slade, how long have you been micropublishing?
SSJ: Only three years. For about a year I played around publishing broadsides and postcard poetry. Things like that. It’s a slow process regarding the micro-press itself, and any hope of making money, well, it’s not about that really.
FMI: Just getting someone’s voice out there.
SSJ: Exactly. And I’m something of a Luddite when it comes to the digital age. There’s something about dead trees I like.
