Submission Guidelines

Meow Meow Pow Pow is looking for prose and poetry that is exciting, incinerating, inclusive, accessible, and audacious. We love unpublished writers just as much as we love published writers (sometimes even more so). MMPP is more likely to publish work that is provocative and invigorating rather than overly complicated pieces of pomposity. Excite us with your garden-fresh flash and titillate us with your gutsy poems. Let us home your vigorous words and create art to accompany them. And after we marry your wise wordery, we’ll bring the lit to the great outdoors.
 
We publish based on a rotating theme that lasts for three months. See below for the latest premise and the cutoff dates. We love surprising interpretations of our themes; literal interpretations we’re less keen on. That being said, if we receive a piece that isn’t – in some way – reflective of the theme we’ll gnash our teeth and shake our fists at the heavens, and then send you a wimpy rejection letter. Don’t make us do that – we hate that.
 
Length of the work: our sweet spot is between 150 to 300 words. Anything over or under, we’ll be less psyched on. Poems? Let’s try to keep it under 25 lines, bbz.
 
Regular rules of the trade: we hate rules. FUCK THE MAN. But for real, wait till you hear whether we accept or reject your work before you send more. That’s it. Send it. Wait. Acceptance or rejection. And then after send more if you like. [Please no previously published pieces]

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Submission window is open: November 15th - December 28th
The theme is:

FAMILY CRYPT

family crypt

what’s that sound? not the stalking in the hallway. not the birds chirping through the screen door. not even the bloody drip of knuckles on the asphalt. those are everyday hauntings. instead: the ghost who knocks over your knickknacks while you sleep. the screaming of dark matter, gamma rays, grandma pounding her primordial pain into your DNA. suddenly, a vague image of noodles spilled on the linoleum. suddenly, black tires filled to the brim with rainwater. in your bone shards lives the memory of almost not existing or of existing too wistfully. your mother and father are sitting at the table. a kettle is whistling its lunch pail melody. get to work. pull back the skin of your crypt and peek inside. what do you see?

THINK ID LIKE TO KNOW YA - KNOW YA!

Give the People What They Want. 

Meow Meow Pow Pow is a broadside graffiti press that publishes prose, poetry, pain, prettiness, and putridity based on a
revolving theme. Created by a posse of bored literature devotees, T-Rex enthusiasts, and cat fanatics, our crack team wants to see
your words made into bitty posters to share, and wheatpaste, and fashion into paper planes that will glide and decimate in the
​ether and become the fabric of the universe. 

We welcome all little pups and cantankerous kitties. Inclusivity is our favorite flavor.