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A.C. Gerhard | daily rituals | None | Poetry | "We've started purifying ourselves with salt, my friends and I..." |
A.K. Afferez | on reading thoreau | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "Midtrail the carcass of a rabbit..." |
Ada Limón | wonder woman | AbleismSubstance Use | Poetry | "Standing at the swell of the muddy Mississippi..." |
Aditi Nagrath | colossal light | None | Poetry | "Truth be told, the endless spark..." |
Aditi Nagrath | human heart, or else | None | Poetry | "the animal harsh wild unforgiving..." |
Aditi Nagrath | skirts, from above | Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "I. A lift and a fall..." |
Alex Haagaard | Review of Bad Ideas\Chemicals | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSubstance UsePTSD/Mental IllnessBody HorrorDeath/Suicide | Commentary/Review | Bad Ideas\Chemicals is a book for aliens.... |
Alexis Smithers | One Act Play In Which We Review Dalton Day's Exit, Pursued | None | Commentary/Review | [ME sits in the middle of the high school stage. The house lights are off and there is a dim light coming from the production shop behind the curtain.]... |
Alexis Smithers | Review of Mannish Tongues | None | Commentary/Review | jayy dodd's full-length poetry book, Mannish Tongues (Platypus Press, 2017), undoes the contradiction of violence and soft... |
Alison Kronstadt | all the muses I've been | None | Poetry | "What a terrible, messy thing to be given a heart..." |
Alison Kronstadt | bred in captivity | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "Mantis religiosa..." |
Alison Kronstadt | part iii — stress // arousal | PTSD/Mental Illness | Poetry | "Trauma-related arousal and reactivity that began or worsened after the trauma, in the following way(s):..." |
Bei Jei Si | little lies | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content | Poetry | "I remember the lies I was told as a child..." |
Bei Jei Si | to be a monster | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content | Poetry | "I. Tethered Spinal Cord Syndrome:..." |
Brianna Albers | A Letter from the Editor-in-Chief | None | Editor's Note | Monsters, it’s been a while! |
Brianna Albers | Apophasis | None | Playlist | KNOWLEDGE THROUGH NEGATION; THE REVELATION OF THE UNREVEALABLE... |
Brianna Albers | Blurred Out | None | Playlist | The fifth installment of our column, "Mixes from the Editor."... |
Brianna Albers | Caved-In | None | Playlist | YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY WALLS. THERE IS NO LIGHT, EXCEPT AT THE END OF IT ALL. CRAWL OUT OF THE ABYSS AND RECOIL AGAINST THE SUN'S RAYS UNTIL YOU HAVE IT IN YOU TO BASK, TO SOAK, TO BREATHE... |
Brianna Albers | editor's note | None | Editor's Note | "Dearest Monsters, To say I am proud to gift this, Apotheosis, to you, is an understatement; ..." |
Brianna Albers | Idyll | None | Playlist | The sixth installment of our column, "Mixes from the Editor." ... |
Briar Pronschinske | 10 cent boots | None | Poetry | "At night, I dream of girls with 10 cent boots:..." |
Bronwyn Valentine | movements of the uncontrollable body part one | None | Art | "When I walk the uncontrollable body there is no joy unless I walk alone for the body alone is not..." |
Cade Leebron | about the decorations | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content | Prose | "In the city of frost and wine we buy because it has a first name, we’ve found our way to the warehouse version of the famous bakery..." |
Cade Leebron | spelling bee poem | None | Poetry | turpitude / teratology / credo |
Cade Leebron | the medical model enters the scene | Ableism | Poetry | "I’m naming this disease before other..." |
Caroline Mao | Review of Millicent | Death/SuicideChildhood TraumaPTSD/Mental Illness | Commentary/Review | Mariel Fechik’s new chapbook, Millicent, is a lyrical work which explores several central themes, including the speaker’s family (particularly the maternal side) and their Jewish identity... |
Caroline Mao | The Darkness in Children's Literature | None | Commentary/Review | I often introduce myself as “Caroline from North Carolina,” a simple device that helps people remember both my name and where I’m from... |
Chelsea Brown | Drought | None | Poetry | The sun pressed... |
Chelsea Brown | Prometheus, Sisyphus, and us | None | Poetry | “I am not a god: my myths...” |
Cosi Nayovitz | thirst | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentHospitalization | Prose | "Last she heard, someone would be coming for her any minute..." |
Courtney Felle | After Rachel Shaw-Rosenbaum | Death/SuicideAbleism | Poetry | Yale University Statement... |
Courtney Felle | Late Identification | AbleismOppression | Poetry | thursday. tyler growled & meowed & pawed the ground under our desks... |
Courtney Felle | The Legal Model Enters The Scene | AbleismOppression | Poetry | I forget the term brain fog & tell you my brain has bad weather... |
Cristina Deptula | Interview with Leticia Escalera on her upcoming memoir "A Journey to Begin in Life" | None | Interview | Leticia Escalera is an independent living skills trainer, who has worked with the Center for Independent Living in Berkeley and Disability Rights Advocate - California and has learning disabilities herself... |
Dean Symmonds | mothers like me | PTSD/Mental IllnessDeath/Suicide | Poetry | "don't live / very long. we can't resist / the oven rattling..." |
Dean Symmonds | my body to my brain | AbleismAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "when god forced the pit of you behind my teeth,..." |
Dean Symmonds | my brain to my body | AbleismAssault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror | Poetry | "banish me. drain my blood-water..." |
E. Kristen Anderson | dried up | Ableism | Poetry | When I consider the facts I’m rendered horizontal, head down |
E. Kristin Anderson | my mind on the gap | None | Poetry | "I’ve spent this year..." |
E. Kristin Anderson | now you know what’s in me | None | Poetry | "I’ve long accepted that there’s no such thing as rewinding—" |
Effie Benveniste | corpus (or, somewhere the body) | None | Poetry | "The body is heavy as any unwanted thing..." |
Elisa Vita | feast of mabon | None | Art | // |
Elizabeth Ruth Deyro | A Borderline's Survival Kit | AbleismSubstance UsePTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror | Prose | Ironically, if you want to stay alive, sometimes you have to jump off the edge... |
Elliot Voorhees | un/body | None | Poetry | "I one morning from un/settling dreams..." |
Emily Corwin | Interview with Jill Khoury | None | Interview | Rogue Agent is a journal of "embodied poetry and art," a journal that "inhabits the body" in all its viscera, and I wonder what fuels you as an editor. What are you seeking to curate in Rogue Agent?... |
Emily Gillespie | canadian millenial dream pen | None | Poetry | "Handfuls and handfuls of cheap free pens, you know the kind I’m talking about right?" |
Emily Yin | Interview with Topaz Winters | None | Interview | Emily Yin: To start, can you tell us a bit about your disabilities? |
George Freek | On My 60th Birthday | None | Poetry | (After Tu Fu) I don’t get out of bed. |
George Freek | Uneasy Night | None | Poetry | (After Li Po) I’m weary of looking at snow, |
Grace LaPointe | Ambulatory: How "The Little Mermaid" Shaped My Self-Image With Cerebral Palsy | AbleismBody HorrorDeath/Suicide | Commentary/Review | Like many other little girls born in 1989, the year that The Little Mermaid was released, I was obsessed with Ariel... |
Grace Moloney | Dial Tone | None | Poetry | “It was that year I subsisted” |
Grace Moloney | I'll Bite The Hands That Feed Me | None | Poetry | My most piercing memories are those that can be found scattered around waiting rooms and surgery theatres... |
Grace Moloney | Operating Theatre | None | Poetry | I am reaching into myself, never carefully enough, I |
Gretchen Gales | Rating Suggested Cures for My Various Mental and Chronic Conditions | None | Prose | Anyone with any kind of chronic health problems gets tons of advice, solicited or otherwise. Most of the time otherwise.. |
Heather Taylor Johnson | your body is a casino | None | Poetry | "Feel that gnaw? Your body’s sweet to the dark vermin today,..." |
Hel Robin Gurney | washed up | None | Poetry | "What the old witch didn't tell you,..." |
Inés Ixierda | glamour shot/fasciotomy self portrait | Body Horror | Art | // |
Jack | Hiraeth | None | Poetry | I am running down claustrophobic corridors, all flickering shadows, gunmetal grey sharp-angled walls and low ceilings... |
Jasmine Sierra | erased poem #2 | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "God was in the room..." |
Jenna Neece | anatomical definitions of a broken body | Body Horror | Poetry | "Arms: limbs of the upper body..." |
Jennie DuGuay | numb is a feeling: embodying a body of pain | PTSD/Mental IllnessDeath/Suicide | Prose | "1. TESTIMONY: HOW THE MONSTER CAME TO BE (TOLD IN ITS OWN WORDS)..." |
Jennifer Bradpiece | one through ten | None | Poetry | "Doctor,..." |
Jesse Rice-Evans | molting | None | Prose | "I wake up unable to remember what my hands felt like when they could fold into soft shells;..." |
Jesse Rice-Evans | rain, glitter, rain | None | Poetry | "You kept looking at me like you wanted to touch me..." |
Jesse Rice-Evans | wolf moon | None | Poetry | "Everything smelled like smoke: the black lab, the incense-soaked tapestries, her hands, ice water..." |
Joanna C. Valente | their hell | None | Poetry | "Lucifer peeled her..." |
Johanna Hedva | sick woman theory: an interview | Oppression | Interview | "History has equated disability (or sickness, in the language of Sick Woman Theory: the absence of wellness) with monstrosity..." |
Joy Xie | I am | None | Art | // |
Julian Van Horne | Beyond "Free the Nipple" | None | Commentary/Review | Instagram is home to more than a billion users worldwide... |
Juliana Freire | Blue Face | None | Poetry | a blue light shines on your face. it's like that... |
Juliana Freire | In The Middle of Me | None | Poetry | “I keep feeling this emptiness…” |
Juliana Freire | Overgrowing Biology | None | Poetry | “1. calligraphy notebooks and perfectly fitted clothes...” |
Juliana Freire | The Devil Is Kind | None | Poetry | |
Kala Godin | A Monster Finds Herself: How Witchcraft and Monsters Came To Be | None | Prose | I know the word “monster” well. In middle grade and high school, I researched topics like mythology, witchcraft, and folklore. In fact, I researched them so thoroughly and so openly, that a rumor had spread that I was a witch... |
Kala Godin | The Wild Woman: The Beginning | None | Prose | We know them as Wild Women, Healers and Wise women, Queens, goddesses... |
Kala Godin | Wild Women Series: Medusa | None | Prose | Today, we focus on the wild woman who we know as Medusa... |
Kala Godin | Wild Women Series: Sedna | None | Prose | For June we look to the Inuit goddess Sedna... |
Kamila Rina | access intimacy | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content | Poetry | "How to talk to a new lover about PTSD. About chronic..." |
Kamila Rina | capes | Ableism | Poetry | "It’s Tuesday night, and I wait for the phone to ring. Wait to hear..." |
Kamila Rina | fruit of the earth | Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "Years after I choked on the rubbery sex flesh..." |
Kara Dorris | ars poetica with physical therapist | None | Poetry | "Last night, a blood moon, a sleepless..." |
Kara Dorris | self-portrait as wikipedia entry | Substance UseDeath/SuicideAssault/Abuse/Violence | Prose | "Kara Dorris was born in Fort Worth, Texas at the ass-end of 1980, & the beginning of big bangs, shoulder pads, & leg warmers..." |
Kara Dorris | setting the table | Ableism | Poetry | "The wolves are snarling today, so I set the table slowly." |
Kat Riddell | the lucky ones | None | Poetry | "The lucky girls grow up into..." |
Kate Horowitz | ketoconazole | None | Poetry | "Twilight, feeling..." |
Kerrie C. Byrne | wraith | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceDeath/Suicide | Poetry | "You cut too hard on my throat muscles:..." |
Kiki Nicole | gorge | None | Poetry | "I am a femme/ sticky..." |
Kitlyn Varnam | Household Spirit | None | Prose | I feel like clutter, too much in the room... |
Kitlyn Varnam | Lunar Ravings | Ableism | Poetry | I keep coming up with new ideas... |
Kitlyn Varnam | Not Haunting | None | Poetry | “Prove this is not a haunting...” |
Kitlyn Varnam | Obedience | None | Poetry | “Pain has become a possessing spirit...” |
Kitlyn Varnam | White Knight IV | None | Poetry | “I feel like a fairy tale trope...” |
Kristen Tollan | editor's note | None | Editor's Note | "Dearest Monsters,..." |
Kristen Tollan | Pounds of Flesh | Death/SuicidePTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror | Poetry | I think I was born as 3.3 pounds of flesh to sacrifice to Satan... |
L. Munir | An Open Letter to Neurotypicals | Death/Suicide | Commentary/Review | Don't be scared of the 's' word.... |
L. Munir | Interview with Lexie Bean, Author of Much-Needed Novel, "The Ship We Built" | None | Interview | L. Munir: Hiya, hope you are keeping safe and healthy. To start off, congratulations, not just on the debut novel, but to release such a poignant sentiment at such polarizing times... |
L. Munir | Lazarus | None | Poetry | on my good days, i liken myself to a water faucet:... |
L. Munir | Words as Weapons (Sharper Than Knives) | None | Poetry | disappointed. disinterested. disengaged. distrust. discarded. disgrace... |
L.C. Elliot | through history, changeling | Childhood TraumaBody Horror | Prose | "I will write you back to life, draw you like mould from a drywall and paint over the cracks until no-one but us will be able to see the changes..." |
L.R. Bird | in which I try to fire my body but before I can, my body puts in its two weeks | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "The disease resists diagnosis and instead begs..." |
L.R. Bird | new jersey devil vignettes i-v | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Prose | "I. The New Jersey Devil Buys A Hot-Pink Bike:..." |
Lannie Stabile | the first lie | None | Poetry | "When my coworker asks, “How are you?”..." |
Lillian Hochwender | bugonia | Body Horror | Poetry | "In my summer breath..." |
Limor Ashkenazy | a reflection | None | Art | // |
Liv Mammone | a crip is | AbleismOppression | Poetry | "A crip is a bitch..." |
Liv Mammone | melusine on a williamsburg sunday | Body Horror | Poetry | "Violet droplets fall as she lifts a virescent question mark ..." |
Lydia A. Cyrus | draw blood | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "I’ll tell you the truth..." |
Lydia Havens | the red: | None | Poetry | "a disease, a name..." |
Lydia X.Z. Brown | pedestal is just another word for grave and mine is already projected to be an early death | AbleismAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "Do not put me on a pedestal..." |
Lynn Guttman | habitat | None | Art | // |
Lynn Guttman | natural woman | None | Art | // |
Lynn Guttman | passages | None | Art | // |
Lynne Schmidt | on how dogs choose their people | None | Poetry | "The day he proclaims,..." |
M. Wilder | gutters | PTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror | Poetry | "come collect memories..." |
M. Wilder | tired girl howls, act three | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentSubstance Use | Poetry | "Every day my understudy sits up in my bed and walks across the carpet, rehearsing her lines..." |
Madison Bertenshaw | burqueños | Sexual content | Poetry | "What do you write about?" |
Marissa Spear | my litany of pleasure for a body in pain | Sexual content | Poetry | "As a scientist, a lapsed Catholic, and a writer I know I inhabit a multitude of contradictions..." |
Marlena Chertock | spider slayer | None | Prose | "A ghostwhite spider haunts Zev..." |
Max Perry | apple trees | Childhood Trauma | Poetry | "They say if you swallow apple seeds..." |
Max Perry | living ghosts | Death/Suicide | Poetry | "This is a poem about my dead friend:..." |
Meesh Montoya | Elegy for Avon Beyond Color Lipstick in Beige Shimmer, Discontinued | Body Negativity | Poetry | Creamy and with that clean grandmother smell… |
Megan Leonard | queen elsa remembers something | PTSD/Mental IllnessDisordered Eating | Poetry | "there are flowers on the hospital gowns..." |
Megan Leonard | this cold day | Ableism | Poetry | "and if I let my baby daughter touch a red scarf that will be her blood..." |
Megan Nicole R. Wildhood | subject | None | Prose | "Submitted June 4, [redacted], for [redacted] (supervisor) approval and signature..." |
Michaela Mayer | Die Gar Traurige | Death/Suicide | Poetry | In the crumbling storybook of morality tales, |
Natalie E. Illum | some love notes on ableism | Ableism | Poetry | "Most first dates tell me I am not..." |
Ocean | wheelchair | None | Poetry | "End over end..." |
Petra Kuppers | women's pool | None | Prose | "Leg angle the hard crease between the thigh bone..." |
Rachel Stewart | disappearing acts | Body Negativity | Poetry | "Winter has crept in two months late..." |
Rebecca Cross | advice for the marvel | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "First, know they will take your hair, your nails, maybe your hands..." |
Rebecca Cross | I am the answer to the question, what makes a body wrong? | None | Poetry | "What do you make of me, father?..." |
Rebecca Cross | meeting the myth | Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror | Poetry | "What a draw!—The Modern Medusa..." |
Rebecca Cross | wednesday's child | Birth Trauma | Poetry | "As for giving birth, I know only what my mother told me..." |
Riley Dalca | glioblastoma | None | Art | // |
Rita Maria Martinez | plastic woman | None | Poetry | "On the osteopath’s table my contours expand..." |
Rita Maria Martinez | the greatest american hero | None | Poetry | "Life was a comedy of errors the year after surgery..." |
Rita Maria Martinez | the migraineur addresses dr. honeydew and beaker | None | Poetry | "Dr. Honeydew, I wanna be like you,..." |
Rita Maria Martinez | the migraineur watches x-men apocalypse | None | Poetry | "My younger self became adept at sleight of hand." |
RoAnna Sylver | a spell exorcise your favourite ghost | None | Poetry | "Stretch one rope thin as an oily fingerprint...." |
Robin M. Eames | the fall | None | Poetry | "i am defeated by a cat's yawn..." |
Rosamund Taylor | changeling | None | Poetry | "The human parents, afraid to say I am wrong,..." |
Rosamund Taylor | ingredients for a fairytale | None | Poetry | "In the story..." |
Sarah Cavar | when trans goes out of style | None | Poetry | "I’ll have no need to fear..." |
Sarah Duncan | In Defense of The Black Zoom Screen Square | None | Commentary/Review | As a child, I could never sit still at my desk in school... |
Sarah Duncan | Literally Impossible to Be Our Friend:
Me, Myself, and the OCD-Coding of Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place | None | Commentary/Review | Mostly, I remember looking up. I was eleven years old, visiting my grandmother in Delaware, and I couldn’t sleep... |
Sarah Duncan | The Revolution Starts with Trust: A Refutation of BBC’s short film, Sickness and Lies | Ableism | Commentary/Review | “I considered not watching the film...” |
Sarah Duncan | “It’s All the Same Movie”: Code of the Freaks Cracks Hollywood’s Ableist Legacy Wide Open | AbleismAssault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentPTSD/Mental IllnessHospitalization | Commentary/Review | “I’m having a hard time writing this review,” I told my partner on the phone... |
Sarah Jewell | sick | Oppression | Poetry | "The first day, I wore blue pajamas..." |
Sarah Marsh | Gnash | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | dogs tied up, wired in, jaws, licking chops, parched by the wide desert, by knowing, knowing like tired Eve... |
Sarah-Ann Loreth | how we cope | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror | Art | // |
Shannon Connor Winward | ...flinch | Assault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | "I drag it around with me..." |
Sia Lightwood | Monster | Poetry | ||
Sierra Ventura | stop eating my shit | Body HorrorDeath/Suicide | Poetry | "i froze a pomelo to throw through your window..." |
Sophia Cannizzaro | lose your inhibitions | Substance Use | Poetry | "when i smoke weed i have the worst panic attacks of my life..." |
Stephanie Athena Valente | Cinema Stills | None | Poetry | a hand with long red nails, reaching |
Stephanie Athena Valente | Ginger Beer Brunette | None | Poetry | let’s go to bed. you discussing other lives and me, just listening |
Stephanie Harper | I Unstop Myself | None | Poetry | “The puffed-up mockingbird examines me from a naked redbud branch…” |
Stephanie Stein | Disappearances | Assault/Abuse/ViolenceAbleismDeath/Suicide | Poetry | On July 26, 2016, around 2 am, a former employee broke into a home for people with disabilities in Sagamihara, Japan... |
Topaz Winters | serenade to surrender | None | Poetry | "Imagine: the sea seething into the same bone-ridden world..." |
torrin a. greathouse | I don't mean to be rude | Ableism | Poetry | "but why do you walk with that cane?..." |
torrin a. greathouse | sideshow | AbleismDeath/Suicide | Poetry | "when you run into an old friend / for the first time in years /..." |
Uma Dwivedi | frankenstein’s monster and michelangelo’s angel | None | Poetry | "A CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TRANS FIGURES..." |
Vittoria Lion | after sodom burned (or, from the prehistory of x-ray astronomy) | Death/SuicideBody Horror | Prose | "Paranoia is the sensation of being in two places at once, a particle and a wave..." |
Xuan Nyugen | Divination, Art Creation, and Schizophrenia: A Personal Essay On Craft | None | Prose | There comes a time when you have no choice but to turn towards divination as a way of understanding the world for certain folks... |
Xuan Nyugen | where my limbs hung far and fair | None | Poetry | "1. a golden blaze of hair roars down my wicked spine. i am spitfire keo" |
Yiyi | you can write this for me, too | None | Poetry | "in jakarta i barely remember my grandfather’s house..." |
Zara Williams | Bog Bodies | Death/SuicideBody HorrorAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | we rise from the bog, skin wet and squelching... |
Zara Williams | Checking In | None | Editor's Note | Dear Monsters, We hope this reaches you well... |
Zara Williams | editor's note | None | Editor's Note | "Dearest Monsters, It’s been some time, hasn’t it?..." |
Zara Williams | Loneliness In Five Acts | Body HorrorOppressionAssault/Abuse/Violence | Poetry | i build for myself a person suit, soft and fleshy, pulled too taut, too tight over my scales... |
Zara Williams | The Work Doesn't Stop Here | None | Editor's Note | Dear Monsters, At Monstering, we have always been dedicated “to upholding and uplifting diverse voices.” ... |