Funny, flat, wounded, distracted, self-conscious and still somehow exact.

Everything Was Fine Until Whatever collects short prose pieces, poems, lists, fragments and drawings that move through embarrassment, depression, money, loneliness, bad jobs, domestic mess, and failed seriousness. 

Martin’s writing has the lightness of doodling, the pieces are brief but not slight; they use plainness, repetition and anticlimax to make ordinary discomfort feel newly visible. There is a kind of anti-grandiosity here, a refusal to make pain noble, even while circling all the serious little disasters: wanting to write, needing money, feeling stupid, feeling watched, having boobs, having thoughts, having to continue.

A small-press, zine-adjacent work for readers drawn to fragmented memoir, alt-lit, confessional poetry, deadpan feminism and the like.

First printing, April 2009, published by Future Tense Books. Paperback with illustrations/artwork by the author. Light general shelfwear; cover clean and bright with minor edge/corner wear. Interior sound.