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A.C. Gerhard
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None
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Poetry
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"We've started purifying ourselves with salt, my friends and I..."
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A.K. Afferez
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"Midtrail the carcass of a rabbit..."
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Ada Limón
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AbleismSubstance Use
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Poetry
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"Standing at the swell of the muddy Mississippi..."
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Aditi Nagrath
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None
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Poetry
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"Truth be told, the endless spark..."
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Aditi Nagrath
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None
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Poetry
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"the animal harsh wild unforgiving..."
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Aditi Nagrath
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Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"I. A lift and a fall..."
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Alex Haagaard
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSubstance UsePTSD/Mental IllnessBody HorrorDeath/Suicide
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Commentary/Review
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Bad Ideas\Chemicals is a book for aliens....
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Alexis Smithers
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None
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Commentary/Review
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[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.]...
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Alexis Smithers
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None
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Commentary/Review
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jayy dodd's full-length poetry book, Mannish Tongues (Platypus Press, 2017), undoes the contradiction of violence and soft...
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Alison Kronstadt
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None
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Poetry
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"What a terrible, messy thing to be given a heart..."
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Alison Kronstadt
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"Mantis religiosa..."
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Alison Kronstadt
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PTSD/Mental Illness
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Poetry
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"Trauma-related arousal and reactivity that began or worsened after the trauma, in the following way(s):..."
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Bei Jei Si
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content
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Poetry
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"I remember the lies I was told as a child..."
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Bei Jei Si
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content
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Poetry
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"I. Tethered Spinal Cord Syndrome:..."
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Editor's Note
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Monsters, it’s been a while!
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Playlist
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KNOWLEDGE THROUGH NEGATION; THE REVELATION OF THE UNREVEALABLE...
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Playlist
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The fifth installment of our column, "Mixes from the Editor."...
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Playlist
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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...
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Editor's Note
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"Dearest Monsters, To say I am proud to gift this, Apotheosis, to you, is an understatement; ..."
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Brianna Albers
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None
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Playlist
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The sixth installment of our column, "Mixes from the Editor." ...
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Briar Pronschinske
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None
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Poetry
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"At night, I dream of girls with 10 cent boots:..."
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Bronwyn Valentine
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None
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Art
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"When I walk the uncontrollable body there is no joy unless I walk alone for the body alone is not..."
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Cade Leebron
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content
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Prose
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"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..."
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Cade Leebron
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None
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Poetry
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turpitude / teratology / credo
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Cade Leebron
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Ableism
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Poetry
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"I’m naming this disease before other..."
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Caroline Mao
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Death/SuicideChildhood TraumaPTSD/Mental Illness
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Commentary/Review
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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...
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Caroline Mao
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None
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Commentary/Review
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I often introduce myself as “Caroline from North Carolina,” a simple device that helps people remember both my name and where I’m from...
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Chelsea Brown
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None
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Poetry
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The sun pressed...
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Chelsea Brown
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None
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Poetry
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“I am not a god: my myths...”
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Cosi Nayovitz
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentHospitalization
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Prose
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"Last she heard, someone would be coming for her any minute..."
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Courtney Felle
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Death/SuicideAbleism
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Poetry
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Yale University Statement...
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Courtney Felle
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AbleismOppression
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Poetry
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thursday. tyler growled & meowed & pawed the ground under our desks...
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Courtney Felle
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AbleismOppression
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Poetry
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I forget the term brain fog & tell you my brain has bad weather...
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Cristina Deptula
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None
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Interview
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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...
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Dean Symmonds
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PTSD/Mental IllnessDeath/Suicide
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Poetry
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"don't live / very long. we can't resist / the oven rattling..."
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Dean Symmonds
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AbleismAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"when god forced the pit of you behind my teeth,..."
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Dean Symmonds
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AbleismAssault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror
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Poetry
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"banish me. drain my blood-water..."
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E. Kristen Anderson
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Ableism
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Poetry
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When I consider the facts I’m rendered horizontal, head down
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E. Kristin Anderson
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None
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Poetry
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"I’ve spent this year..."
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E. Kristin Anderson
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None
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Poetry
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"I’ve long accepted that there’s no such thing as rewinding—"
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Effie Benveniste
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None
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Poetry
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"The body is heavy as any unwanted thing..."
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Elisa Vita
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None
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Art
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//
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Elizabeth Ruth Deyro
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AbleismSubstance UsePTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror
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Prose
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Ironically, if you want to stay alive, sometimes you have to jump off the edge...
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Elliot Voorhees
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None
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Poetry
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"I one morning from un/settling dreams..."
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Emily Corwin
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None
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Interview
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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?...
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Emily Gillespie
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None
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Poetry
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"Handfuls and handfuls of cheap free pens, you know the kind I’m talking about right?"
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Emily Yin
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None
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Interview
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Emily Yin: To start, can you tell us a bit about your disabilities?
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George Freek
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None
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Poetry
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(After Tu Fu) I don’t get out of bed.
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George Freek
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None
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Poetry
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(After Li Po) I’m weary of looking at snow,
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Grace LaPointe
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AbleismBody HorrorDeath/Suicide
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Commentary/Review
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Like many other little girls born in 1989, the year that The Little Mermaid was released, I was obsessed with Ariel...
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Grace Moloney
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None
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Poetry
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“It was that year I subsisted”
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Grace Moloney
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None
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Poetry
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My most piercing memories are those that can be found scattered around waiting rooms and surgery theatres...
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Grace Moloney
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None
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Poetry
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I am reaching into myself, never carefully enough, I
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Gretchen Gales
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None
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Prose
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Anyone with any kind of chronic health problems gets tons of advice, solicited or otherwise. Most of the time otherwise..
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Heather Taylor Johnson
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None
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Poetry
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"Feel that gnaw? Your body’s sweet to the dark vermin today,..."
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Hel Robin Gurney
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None
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Poetry
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"What the old witch didn't tell you,..."
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Inés Ixierda
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Body Horror
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Art
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//
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Jack
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None
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Poetry
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I am running down claustrophobic corridors, all flickering shadows, gunmetal grey sharp-angled walls and low ceilings...
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Jasmine Sierra
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"God was in the room..."
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Jenna Neece
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Body Horror
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Poetry
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"Arms: limbs of the upper body..."
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Jennie DuGuay
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PTSD/Mental IllnessDeath/Suicide
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Prose
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"1. TESTIMONY: HOW THE MONSTER CAME TO BE (TOLD IN ITS OWN WORDS)..."
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Jennifer Bradpiece
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None
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Poetry
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"Doctor,..."
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Jesse Rice-Evans
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None
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Prose
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"I wake up unable to remember what my hands felt like when they could fold into soft shells;..."
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Jesse Rice-Evans
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None
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Poetry
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"You kept looking at me like you wanted to touch me..."
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Jesse Rice-Evans
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None
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Poetry
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"Everything smelled like smoke: the black lab, the incense-soaked tapestries, her hands, ice water..."
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Joanna C. Valente
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None
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Poetry
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"Lucifer peeled her..."
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Johanna Hedva
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Oppression
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Interview
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"History has equated disability (or sickness, in the language of Sick Woman Theory: the absence of wellness) with monstrosity..."
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Joy Xie
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None
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Art
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//
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Julian Van Horne
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None
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Commentary/Review
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Instagram is home to more than a billion users worldwide...
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Juliana Freire
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None
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Poetry
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a blue light shines on your face. it's like that...
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Juliana Freire
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None
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Poetry
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“I keep feeling this emptiness…”
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Juliana Freire
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None
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Poetry
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“1. calligraphy notebooks and perfectly fitted clothes...”
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Juliana Freire
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None
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Poetry
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Kala Godin
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None
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Prose
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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...
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Kala Godin
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None
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Prose
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We know them as Wild Women, Healers and Wise women, Queens, goddesses...
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Kala Godin
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None
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Prose
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Today, we focus on the wild woman who we know as Medusa...
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Kala Godin
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None
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Prose
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For June we look to the Inuit goddess Sedna...
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Kamila Rina
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual Content
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Poetry
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"How to talk to a new lover about PTSD. About chronic..."
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Kamila Rina
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Ableism
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Poetry
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"It’s Tuesday night, and I wait for the phone to ring. Wait to hear..."
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Kamila Rina
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Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"Years after I choked on the rubbery sex flesh..."
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Kara Dorris
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None
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Poetry
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"Last night, a blood moon, a sleepless..."
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Kara Dorris
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Substance UseDeath/SuicideAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Prose
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"Kara Dorris was born in Fort Worth, Texas at the ass-end of 1980, & the beginning of big bangs, shoulder pads, & leg warmers..."
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Kara Dorris
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Ableism
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Poetry
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"The wolves are snarling today, so I set the table slowly."
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Kat Riddell
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None
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Poetry
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"The lucky girls grow up into..."
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Kate Horowitz
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None
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Poetry
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"Twilight, feeling..."
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Kerrie C. Byrne
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceDeath/Suicide
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Poetry
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"You cut too hard on my throat muscles:..."
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Kiki Nicole
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None
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Poetry
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"I am a femme/ sticky..."
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Kitlyn Varnam
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None
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Prose
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I feel like clutter, too much in the room...
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Kitlyn Varnam
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Ableism
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Poetry
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I keep coming up with new ideas...
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Kitlyn Varnam
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None
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Poetry
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“Prove this is not a haunting...”
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Kitlyn Varnam
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None
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Poetry
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“Pain has become a possessing spirit...”
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Kitlyn Varnam
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None
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Poetry
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“I feel like a fairy tale trope...”
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Kristen Tollan
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None
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Editor's Note
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"Dearest Monsters,..."
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Kristen Tollan
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Death/SuicidePTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror
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Poetry
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I think I was born as 3.3 pounds of flesh to sacrifice to Satan...
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L. Munir
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Death/Suicide
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Commentary/Review
|
Don't be scared of the 's' word....
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L. Munir
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None
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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...
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L. Munir
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None
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Poetry
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on my good days, i liken myself to a water faucet:...
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L. Munir
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None
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Poetry
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disappointed. disinterested. disengaged. distrust. discarded. disgrace...
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L.C. Elliot
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Childhood TraumaBody Horror
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Prose
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"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..."
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L.R. Bird
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"The disease resists diagnosis and instead begs..."
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L.R. Bird
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Prose
|
"I. The New Jersey Devil Buys A Hot-Pink Bike:..."
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Lannie Stabile
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None
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Poetry
|
"When my coworker asks, “How are you?”..."
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Lillian Hochwender
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Body Horror
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Poetry
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"In my summer breath..."
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Limor Ashkenazy
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None
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Art
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//
|
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Liv Mammone
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AbleismOppression
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Poetry
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"A crip is a bitch..."
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Liv Mammone
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Body Horror
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Poetry
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"Violet droplets fall as she lifts a virescent question mark ..."
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Lydia A. Cyrus
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"I’ll tell you the truth..."
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Lydia Havens
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None
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Poetry
|
"a disease, a name..."
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Lydia X.Z. Brown
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AbleismAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"Do not put me on a pedestal..."
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Lynn Guttman
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None
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Art
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//
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Lynn Guttman
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None
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Art
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//
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Lynn Guttman
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None
|
Art
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//
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Lynne Schmidt
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None
|
Poetry
|
"The day he proclaims,..."
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M. Wilder
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PTSD/Mental IllnessBody Horror
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Poetry
|
"come collect memories..."
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M. Wilder
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentSubstance Use
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Poetry
|
"Every day my understudy sits up in my bed and walks across the carpet, rehearsing her lines..."
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Madison Bertenshaw
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Sexual content
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Poetry
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"What do you write about?"
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Marissa Spear
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Sexual content
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Poetry
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"As a scientist, a lapsed Catholic, and a writer I know I inhabit a multitude of contradictions..."
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Marlena Chertock
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None
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Prose
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"A ghostwhite spider haunts Zev..."
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Max Perry
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Childhood Trauma
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Poetry
|
"They say if you swallow apple seeds..."
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Max Perry
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Death/Suicide
|
Poetry
|
"This is a poem about my dead friend:..."
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Meesh Montoya
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Body Negativity
|
Poetry
|
Creamy and with that clean grandmother smell…
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Megan Leonard
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PTSD/Mental IllnessDisordered Eating
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Poetry
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"there are flowers on the hospital gowns..."
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Megan Leonard
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Ableism
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Poetry
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"and if I let my baby daughter touch a red scarf that will be her blood..."
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Megan Nicole R. Wildhood
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None
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Prose
|
"Submitted June 4, [redacted], for [redacted] (supervisor) approval and signature..."
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Michaela Mayer
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Death/Suicide
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Poetry
|
In the crumbling storybook of morality tales,
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Natalie E. Illum
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Ableism
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Poetry
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"Most first dates tell me I am not..."
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Ocean
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None
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Poetry
|
"End over end..."
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Petra Kuppers
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None
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Prose
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"Leg angle the hard crease between the thigh bone..."
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Rachel Stewart
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Body Negativity
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Poetry
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"Winter has crept in two months late..."
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Rebecca Cross
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"First, know they will take your hair, your nails, maybe your hands..."
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Rebecca Cross
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None
|
Poetry
|
"What do you make of me, father?..."
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Rebecca Cross
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Sexual ContentAssault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror
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Poetry
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"What a draw!—The Modern Medusa..."
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Rebecca Cross
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Birth Trauma
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Poetry
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"As for giving birth, I know only what my mother told me..."
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Riley Dalca
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None
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Art
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//
|
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Rita Maria Martinez
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None
|
Poetry
|
"On the osteopath’s table my contours expand..."
|
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Rita Maria Martinez
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None
|
Poetry
|
"Life was a comedy of errors the year after surgery..."
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Rita Maria Martinez
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None
|
Poetry
|
"Dr. Honeydew, I wanna be like you,..."
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Rita Maria Martinez
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None
|
Poetry
|
"My younger self became adept at sleight of hand."
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RoAnna Sylver
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None
|
Poetry
|
"Stretch one rope thin as an oily fingerprint...."
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Robin M. Eames
|
None
|
Poetry
|
"i am defeated by a cat's yawn..."
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Rosamund Taylor
|
None
|
Poetry
|
"The human parents, afraid to say I am wrong,..."
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Rosamund Taylor
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None
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Poetry
|
"In the story..."
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Sarah Cavar
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None
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Poetry
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"I’ll have no need to fear..."
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Sarah Duncan
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None
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Commentary/Review
|
As a child, I could never sit still at my desk in school...
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Sarah Duncan
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None
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Commentary/Review
|
Mostly, I remember looking up. I was eleven years old, visiting my grandmother in Delaware, and I couldn’t sleep...
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Sarah Duncan
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Ableism
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Commentary/Review
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“I considered not watching the film...”
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Sarah Duncan
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AbleismAssault/Abuse/ViolenceSexual ContentPTSD/Mental IllnessHospitalization
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Commentary/Review
|
“I’m having a hard time writing this review,” I told my partner on the phone...
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Sarah Jewell
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Oppression
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Poetry
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"The first day, I wore blue pajamas..."
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Sarah Marsh
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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dogs tied up, wired in, jaws, licking chops, parched by the wide desert, by knowing, knowing like tired Eve...
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Sarah-Ann Loreth
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceBody Horror
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Art
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//
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Shannon Connor Winward
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Assault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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"I drag it around with me..."
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Sia Lightwood
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Poetry
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Sierra Ventura
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Body HorrorDeath/Suicide
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Poetry
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"i froze a pomelo to throw through your window..."
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Sophia Cannizzaro
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Substance Use
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Poetry
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"when i smoke weed i have the worst panic attacks of my life..."
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Stephanie Athena Valente
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None
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Poetry
|
a hand with long red nails, reaching
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Stephanie Athena Valente
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None
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Poetry
|
let’s go to bed. you discussing other lives and me, just listening
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Stephanie Harper
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None
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Poetry
|
“The puffed-up mockingbird examines me from a naked redbud branch…”
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Stephanie Stein
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Assault/Abuse/ViolenceAbleismDeath/Suicide
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Poetry
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On July 26, 2016, around 2 am, a former employee broke into a home for people with disabilities in Sagamihara, Japan...
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Topaz Winters
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None
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Poetry
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"Imagine: the sea seething into the same bone-ridden world..."
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torrin a. greathouse
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Ableism
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Poetry
|
"but why do you walk with that cane?..."
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torrin a. greathouse
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AbleismDeath/Suicide
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Poetry
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"when you run into an old friend / for the first time in years /..."
|
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Uma Dwivedi
|
None
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Poetry
|
"A CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TRANS FIGURES..."
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Vittoria Lion
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Death/SuicideBody Horror
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Prose
|
"Paranoia is the sensation of being in two places at once, a particle and a wave..."
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Xuan Nyugen
|
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...
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Xuan Nyugen
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None
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Poetry
|
"1. a golden blaze of hair roars down my wicked spine. i am spitfire keo"
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Yiyi
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None
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Poetry
|
"in jakarta i barely remember my grandfather’s house..."
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Zara Williams
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Death/SuicideBody HorrorAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
|
we rise from the bog, skin wet and squelching...
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Zara Williams
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None
|
Editor's Note
|
Dear Monsters, We hope this reaches you well...
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Zara Williams
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None
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Editor's Note
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"Dearest Monsters, It’s been some time, hasn’t it?..."
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Zara Williams
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Body HorrorOppressionAssault/Abuse/Violence
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Poetry
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i build for myself a person suit, soft and fleshy, pulled too taut, too tight over my scales...
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Zara Williams
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Editor's Note
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Dear Monsters, At Monstering, we have always been dedicated “to upholding and uplifting diverse voices.” ...
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