Born into a gold mining family in Alaska, Martin Ott has traveled the world speaking a number of languages, all of which have been helpful in his work as a Russian linguist, a military interrogator and now as a screenwriter in Los Angeles. His fiction and poetry have appeared in over fifty magazines and anthologies, and he has optioned three screenplays.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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