Posts by Chelsea Martin

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now? photo
May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

The Icicles photo
December 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Icicles

Chelsea Martin

I made my mom promise me that she was going to live until she was 100 years old, and I would be 82 and we would die together, peacefully, holding hands. 

WHO STOLE MY TAMPONS????? photo
August 30, 2016 | Dispatches

WHO STOLE MY TAMPONS?????

Chelsea Martin

I got my period the moment we got to the hotel. Getting my period wasn’t going to affect any of my plans, and was no big deal, really, aside from the fact that I refuse to pay attention to my body so am always completely surprised when my period comes. As such, I had brought no supplies to Miami with me.

Goth Ryan photo
May 26, 2015 | Nonfiction

Goth Ryan

Chelsea Martin

Tara and I were impressed by the Goth subculture Goth Ryan and Tara’s boyfriend took part in not just because of the black strappy clothes, black fingernails, and heavy eye makeup (which we immediately began imitating), but also their directness and openness about feelings of sadness and rottenness. 

2 Comics photo
September 24, 2014 | Comics

2 Comics

Chelsea Martin

 

Eat It Now



 

 

 

Love Life

 



 

More Overly Accommodating Poetry Written to Answer a Question I've Tried to Imply That You Asked photo
May 1, 2013 | Poetry

More Overly Accommodating Poetry Written to Answer a Question I've Tried to Imply That You Asked

Chelsea Martin

This poem is about death and, to some extent, life.