Melissa Chadburn

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Melissa Chadburn
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Last Name: 
Atwater Village


Favorite Font: 
Times New Roman
Favorite Place to Write: 
cramped on fire, a little office in south L.A. across from a skate park
Favorite Place to Read: 
where there's a good book
Best time of day to write: 
awake time


After studying law Melissa Chadburn obtained an MFA from Antioch University. She is a lover and a fighter, a union rep, a social arsonist, a writer, a lesbian, of color, smart, edgy and fun. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in Guernica, Splinter Generation, Little Episodes, PANK Magazine,Battered Suitcase and elsewhere. She is of African, Asian, Hispanic, Filipina, and Irish descent, and was raised by Dutch/Indonesian and British foster parents. Her mixed background has made her aware of racial and cultural differences and similarities which influence her writing. She loves pit bulls and cheese. Reach her at fictiongrrrl(at) or follow her on twitter!/melissachadburn or get ripped open at She loves you very very much.


Tell me I can't, no, or you'll love me more and I'll do it. My people come from what is often referred to by banks as LDC’ s (least developed countries),little brown tropical countries, drenched with religious fanatics, stalks of sugar like magic wands picked for five cents an hour sold for three dollars a box. My people come from generational recycled 40 oz. bottles of beer and shit and cigarettes smoked backwards (the lit end in your mouth), and cassava, and ube, pickled duck fetus’, and piss, and mah jong, gambling lots of gambling and child sex workers boys and girls. Untold numbers of pretty pretty boys. My people are light bulb eaters, bed-of-nail walkers, fire-eaters, every day is a circus in their jungles, alive with naked intent. By the time we got here we would be happy at any swap meet, all of us hollowed out like empty mango shells. My people rested naked sandwiches on the arms of chairs, and always had an open saucer with half melted butter, a block of Velveeta cheese in the freezer, an open rice cooker. Every kitchen with brown and white diamond checkered floors lined with ants, and every top drawer with little boxes of broken chalk to try to fight the ants and roaches, my people have big rubber fly swatters, and eat with their teeth floating in glasses of water at the dinner table. I say all of this to let you know that the only thing that saved me was words and books and I hope to return the favor. That’s why I need to see my words in print in your journal.

Melissa Chadburn's Manuscripts

  1. Random Short Stories 2 years ago (Published)

Melissa Chadburn's Last Word

Title Type Replies Last Postsort icon
What are you reading? Conversation 107 2 years 26 weeks ago
001. Burning Ants Chapter 38 3 years 11 weeks ago
Topanga Beach Chapter 53 3 years 17 weeks ago
The Windwards Chapter 27 3 years 18 weeks ago
The Sovereignties of Invention Manuscript 8 3 years 23 weeks ago
The Book of Old Wounds Chapter 17 3 years 37 weeks ago
Stanley Tookie Williams Chapter 0 3 years 41 weeks ago
Wound One: Habibe Chapter 5 3 years 51 weeks ago
PROLOGUE: Tonite Chapter 22 4 years 4 days ago
Getting Put On Chapter 9 4 years 1 week ago