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What is Mud, really?

So, why Mud? Well, it’s sticky, visceral, it’s the earth, it’s made into pies, it’s dirty (but pleasingly cleansing for the skin), it’s full of life, you can smear it across your face, taste it, roll in it, get filthy. And isn’t art and poetry the same? Shouldn’t words and pictures be more than just something to look at?

Mud celebrates everything that’s human, that’s wild, that’s daring to be unleashed – and all of this via the most evocative illustrations, digital art, daring wit, and magnificent wordsmithery. It’s a Press to drool at, and if The Mighty Boosh were still about I’m sure a miniature Vince Noir would be dancing within Mud’s pages, crimping to some electric robotic moves.

Mud creates anthologies to scribble on, to press against you, to sleep with if you like (we don’t judge). You are officially allowed to love these anthologies any way you’d like.

Mud puts passion into action. As well as producing work so tasty it should be edible (if only), Mud also gets the community thinkin’ by running writing workshops and collaborative projects – oh, and there are so many more to come. Stay tuned, Nottingham folk. And if you’re further afield, Mud might even reach you too.

Want to experience Mud in all it’s glory? Explore Hunger, bursting with wanting, lust, desire, and venom. It’s you in your darker moments, the violet moments, the moments that pulse. Keep your peepers open for the next call for submissions too – whether you’re an illustrator or a poet.

Go on, rub yer face on it. You know you want to.

Caroline H πŸ™‚

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Cat Rocketship

This is by Cat Rocketship, you can find her at her on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr and her own site.

A note from The Boss;
“This is David Kershaw. He was my lecturer during my time at Nottingham University.

He once danced in a flash mob in Nottingham square, and thusly became the slickest man with a moustache i have ever met!

He was a grammar God. He cried when we read Shakespeare, and he held my hand at the birth of Mud Press.

Thank you David, keep dancing and rest (actually rest!) in peace.”

Mud Press