Guidelines- PRESS



Closed (for now.) The Press will be on hiatus indefinitely aka until the EIC figures out their freakin finances. 

Punk Monk Press Guidelines 



Mere shock value has no place here. We want to offer meaning. Give voice to the unsaid. Kiss cuts/bruises previously hidden.

No five dollars words. No hate. No fancy shit. We want it to feel real. 


Tap into your inner Punk Monk and send us your soulful rebellion! 


Before you submit, please read the Guidelines for the magazine, all of which aligns with the ethos of the Press. We strongly recommend you have something accepted in the magazine before sending a chapbook. Ideally, you will be regularly published in the mag, one of those names that make us smile wide and sigh in relief when they appear in our inbox. (Even if you've only been published with us once, if you received a raving acceptance letter begging you to send us something again, yes, we probably want to see your chapbook!)


Accepting: 


Prose (Flash/micro fiction only) (stream of consciousness/experimental welcome) 


Non-Fiction (esp. random musings/ethereal anecdotes/lyrical essays) 


Poetry (cento/found poetry welcome) 


Hybrid/whateverthefuck 


Art (black and white only) 


And combinations thereof! 



No genre fiction. We ARE open to some slight magical realism and/or trippy shit. 


No funky formatting! Basic left alignment or centre alignment only. Centre alignment preferred. (The only exception: if you send a print-ready PDF that we dig from front to cover (which is very possible- we are not an edit-heavy press.)) 


Chapbooks with a cohesive vibe/theme preferred.

(Rando prompts: crystals, mosh pits, succulents, first kisses, bullies, emo, safety pins.) 


40 pages max (this may change depending on our stapling experiences.) 10 pages min.


Email title: Submission Type, Submission Title, Name you want to be published under (eg., Chapbook- HOWL AND OTHER POEMS by Allen Ginsberg) 


Print chapbooks will be for sale on our website (once we figure that out) and distributed at zine/punk/book fairs. Royalties will be split 60/40 in favour of the Author after all printing costs have been absorbed. 



Please note: we plan to release max. 1 chapbook per year. This means we'll have to reject a lot of rad submissions. We also commission writers (yes, we're those assholes), so sometimes the roster is kinda full before it opens. The more time/money I can devote to this, the more titles we'll be able to take on. But that'll take time. <3 

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