“Theres no person in the whole world like you; and I like you just the way you are.”

Hi intrepid literary fan,
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This literary [slash] graffiti press is the result of a lot of hard work from a posse of people invested in getting the words of all artists, from all backgrounds, onto the streets / lamps / space ships / farm houses / and mailboxes of every habitation. It was born out of the belief that fancy degrees, gatekeepers, and connections shouldn’t be the only way to get published. MMPP seeks to marry eccentricity, diversity, and merriment. Nothing wrong with having some fun. 

At one particularly dismal AWP, one of the editors at MMPP made the disheartening discovery that certain words have inverse meanings when it comes to writers and writing, like flipped Tarot cards only shittier. Words like, “accessible,” “clever,” and “inclusive,” were somehow negative. Why? Why does isolation, and arrogance, and the approval of a handful of darlings dictate who is a quality writer? Maybe it shouldn’t. Maybe inaccessibility is the bad word.
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At Meow Meow Pow Pow, we want to bring your words to all people – writers, readers, non-readers, artists, philistines, cat fans, dog fans, city dwellers, country mice – everyone.  And to a greater extent, we want you to be our pal. We want to be good literary citizens, as well as vocal advocates for both your art and who you are. Write to us about your childhood imaginary friend, your favorite episode of Star Trek: Voyager, your pets, your joy, your pain, your memories, your favorite meal. We’re here for it, and we’re here for you. As Mister Rogers said back in the hey, “[we] like you just the way you are.” 

We’re here for it, and we’re here for you. As Mister Rogers said back in the hey, “[we] like you just the way you are.” ​

​One last thing: this is a labor of love from a lot of dedicated, tender, sensitive, smart, and wonderful people. But it is also a small nod to the happiest little buddy that ever walked the earth: Liono “Tater Tots” Cannarella. In the gloaming forest of despair after his death, I [me, Janie,] needed to figure out an outlet in which to funnel my energy. That funneling became the idea for Meow Meow Pow Pow, and that idea became this press, and then this press became a real thing. MMPP couldn’t exist without the unity and friendship from everyone on this masthead. And it also couldn’t exist if Liono didn’t first. 

​​Happy writing, literary buddies. We like you and your words – just the way they are.  

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