About


(Photo credit: Kas Miller.)

We are a small magazine/soon-to-be press lead by a genderfluid bisexual white femme eager to lift up other femme voices and do our small part in promoting publishing diversity.


What does diversity mean to us? It means we judge authors based on the merit of their work, and how well their work fits into the Punk Monk ethos. It means we will be open-minded when hearing from perspectives and experiences that differ from our own. It means we seek inspiration from EVERYWHERE, and hope our publications reflect this. 

There is no need to self-identify in your submission. Let your work speak for itself. 


Established in 2012 as Visceral Uterus Magazine, we housed poetry, flash fiction, and the rare art piece of various genres, before becoming a strictly poetic, strictly feminist zine. 


Now rebranding as Punk Monk Magazine/soon-to-be Press, we're excited to include poetry, fiction, and non-fiction features, w/ music, comedy, art and more! 


We are excited to launch our press branch, which will first be publishing chapbooks from individual authors. We plan to eventually expand our print repertoire to include perfect-bound anthos/novellas/novels, and a glossy print magazine. Time will tell! 


We have a wide range of page visits. Our most popular publications have 200 hits, our wallflower publications, 10. A lot of this depends on how much the writer/artist/etc engages in their own promotion. We promote our publications vigorously via Twitter. Join us! 


Black Lives Matter. Asian Lives Matter. Indigenous Lives Matter. (These ain't political sentiments, folks; it's basic morality.) 


We (sometimes) nominate for Best of the Net. We're DIY. We're introverted. We love cats. We believe in the healing power of the written word. We dig the Beats, the Romantics, the Harlem Renaissance, tree-huggers, plant-lovers, dog-walkers, crystals, mosh pits, Reiki healers, cab drivers, hip-hop, emo, country, and spoken word. We believe that real life will always be outside of screens, that print is not dead, it's just tired, and value should never be measured by money. (Or likes.) (Or followers.) 



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