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EIC (Punk Monk Magazine/Press): 

C.E. Hoffman is a two time grant winner, Elgin Award nominee, and winner of the 2022 Defunct May Day Chapbook contest. Find more weirdness (including books) at cehoffman.net and listen to their podcast Scribbles & Spills!


Associate Editor (Punk Monk Press): 
Kit E Lascher is the king of Trash Wonderland. You can find Kit’s work in anthologies and magazines, including beestung (Nominated for Best American Science Fiction/Fantasy 2023), Mid-Level Management Literary Magazine, The Winnow, and Hearth & Coffin. Find Kit at trashwonderland.com! 


Readers (Punk Monk Magazine) (Past and Present): 
Jessica Heron, Sadee Bee, Lacey Cohen, Neda Aria, Kit Lascher, Andre F Peltier, Ashley Gilland, Jessica Heron, Kei Vough Korede 
Submissions for Punk Monk Press are currently only read by C. 

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