The sky sings for the people under the umbrellas made of iron. the nightingales are revolting & we can only weep, drag in smoldering skeletons Saint Michael is hapless under the children’s curses When the demons flee and angels sing Lacrimosa, homes become shrapnel and wind is the hissing of a missile’s pilgrimage sew shut the eyes of the cult children, throw paper money to the burning earth, an offering to Charon for salvation from the exodus to the pauper’s grave Written by Willow Kang, @ninaisnotbei
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Happy Valentine's Day! Here are the submissions for our Valentine's Day section. A Memo From Curios dear readers, today I treated myself to a can of treats. what will you do for yourself? unfortunately, no one sent me cards or flowers, but i'm contented enough with staying indoors, away from the sun... lots of meows, Curios Curios' song recommendations for Valentine's Day: 'The Joker And The Queen' by Ed Sheeran (feat. Taylor Swift) 'Dandelions' by Ruth B. 'Fields Of Gold' by Emi Fujita Those secret letters by anon. At school when we sneak peeks, literally Jupiter between us, a voyage we have yet to make At home when we shout across the telephone wires & we imagine us like elephants in rose blush, cherubs hit by Cupid and comically struggling mouths tied shut with red string a plane crash's desperation to hear voices for all the graduation speeches I have yet to make i couldn't do to you would be all the more charming on that hypothetical Jupiter come over & see me mistake the inside of a toaster for Apocalypse Day the city lights that surf over math homework for UFO lights You won't see this but i'll be wishing you were here recover. by Nina Anin The afterglow of a sun drifts to sleep outside my window a yellow trumpet flower sings lullabies to the thrush I've been burning bridges for the day arson in handbags, deep scarlet lipsticks can't say the ships won't sail out if I defied you can't say there won't be midnight waltzes if I continued into the wormhole, you on the other side but there won't be lavender on my pillows tonight Tell me I'll carry my secrets to the grave, whisper them in the deep womb of a coffin I'll stay home with my ten cats who knows, maybe someday you'll come knocking until then, live in my scrapbooks, locked diaries it'll be nice if u can text once Signed, Juliette Melancholy After Sunrise by Kazzari Attached To You by Kazzari Here Without You by Kazzari Summer fling by Grace Sinkins I remember all those early july nights The ones where you would throw rocks at my window begging me to sneak out with you We would watch the stars as you would play me songs you wrote on your acoustic guitar I would laugh at your singing voice but you didn’t care Your honey eyes were easy to drown in There’s no disease as contagious as your smile From the moment I met you weeks before at some stupid party Your enchanted charm was all I could think about I knew I took up pieces of your mind too You would text me telling me you missed me at least twice an hour I was like medicine to you I healed your wounds You were like oxygen to me I needed you to stay alive That’s the difference between you and I To you I was a distraction from the pain But you were my lifeline Who would I be without you Those nights turned into days which turned into weeks I gave you my soul all wrapped in a bouquet You took it carefully and poured it into your songs You told me your secrets Which I guarded like gold You begged me to not tell the world about us I reluctantly agreed No one has to know about us until school starts The excitement of the mystery was overshadowed by my worrying insecurity If I’m his muse than he would want to show me off Not shove me off and only appreciate me when no one else is around Your more than everything to me So why am I not enough The summer soon ended and we broke it off Did all those songs and rocks and secrets mean nothing Was I just a punchline to tell your friends what you did over the summer I miss what we had I’m better off without you now I was your medicine But you are no longer sick You were my oxygen Now the world is tight on my lungs We want to feature art that deals with all stages of romantic love- whether it be heartbreak or the thrill of harboring a secret crush- for Valentine's Day! Email creative pieces (art, photography, music, writing, etc) to [email protected] or use our online form. Submissions will be posted on our blog. We look forward to seeing your submissions!
Meditating Cat Zine just got an official icon! This was created for us by 'Chloee The Kiddy Bee', on instagram as chubby_totoro1.
The Meditating Cat Zine is looking to expand our team.
The available positions (unpaid) are: 1. Writers 2. Photographers 3. Artists 4. Social media managers 5. Graphic designers 6. ...and other positions you think should be brought on board These applications will be open on a rolling basis, and no prior experience is required. Writers, photographers, and artists will post their work on the blog and on the magazine- as frequently or as infrequently as they would like to. Social media managers and graphic designers will help Meditating Cat Zine create promotional posts for submission calls, magazine issues, and blog posts. If you are interested in applying, send an email to [email protected] or apply through our submission form. Leaving homePrairies are the extensions of photos from visiting hours, mimosas growing in pans
winter pots as the car's bumper, fish soups boiling in the doll cabinet This is a nursery of dreams, and when coronation day comes stay away. Soon, grasslands cleaves with all the wrong tones sung, the unwary tumbling down bowls of sesame paste, babies lose their mouths All this, set off by the tremors of three sails in different exotic skies, searching for unrecovered suitcases that had carried a household, abandonment still ringing distantly in the yearbooks stowed inside, away |
Photos used under Creative Commons from France1978, JarleR, Raed Mansour, Ruben Holthuijsen, L a r a -