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Gavin YatesGessamine p {line-height: 175%} I had fiction. I had the violinists of this passion fruit. I didn’t see them nude or creeping through to strangle my houseplant. I had fiction. Drawn out from...
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Matthew HallBrno     for martinayou replicate money oak leafrose lear wheelhouseHrad star         picket...
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Marilyn StableinFrom A Lettrist NotebookCorrespondencestwo brown envelopesinterlock back to fronttwo pages of a bookabove windowwhite oval tilean address#19 Magyar PostaNederland 4 centswell-traveled...
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Ken BoltonThe Stars—a cosmology“So, Mister, Mister DJ, keep those records spinning” (for Lou, Patti, Thelma, the Christines) The Thelmas& there is Seneca, of course, the property thoof Thomas...
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John PurschSaskatchewanI axel you Saskatchewan, angled who constabulary, fence appropriation with intentional divide. Soggy sorghum ballast knees flock to serendipity; coastal aster neato swells to...
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Issue forty-nine Date of Publication May 1, 2018.Individual pieces Copyright © 2018 by their respective creators Editor: Mark YoungThis issue of Otoliths is dedicated to the memory of Jill Chan &...
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Shloka Shankarbe (v.)Asemic petroglyphAsemic abstractCubist abstractlisten (v.)Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer and visual artist from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with Japanese...
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issue forty-ninesouthern autumn, 2018Old EyesJoe BalazCONTENTSabout    archives    books   ...
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Andre Bagoofrom The City of Dreadful NightNote: These pieces are taken from The City of Dreadful Night, which was published in May by Prote(s)xt, an imprint of Paul Hawkins' Hesterglock.Andre Bagoo's...
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David LohreyHappy BirthdayMany years ago, my mother decided I was queer.She never asked me. When I was 15, she told me not to read D. H. Lawrence because he was homo.On my 37th birthday, she gave me a...
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Cecelia Chapman@semi@, @lph@w@ves, medit@tionCecelia Chapman writes: "In the drawings @semi@, @lph@w@ves, medit@tion 2018, I want to produce Alpha state, the middle of the brain wave spectrum,...
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Nicholas Bonfrom Our Secret Handshake a storm without its mask for once +==============================+ || || || || || _.._ || || || .' .-'` || || || / / || || || | | || || || \ \ || || || '._'-._ ||...
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Annabelle BallardTo a Cuckoo FeministEvery conversation we have these days, you transfer bones from one graveyard to another. I hate the wayyoutrot out the past, it rat tles like milk teeth.You skim a...
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Kyle HemmingsRommel in New YorkKyle Hemmings is a retired health care worker. His latest collections of poetry/prose are Scream from Scars publications and Split Brain on Amazon Kindle. He has been...
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Mariana RodríguezKatharsisA country has diedThe dead come without warningAs a wild wind Pitiable and fearfulA country has died by the hands of my brother And mourning covers the face of my fatherThe...
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Gustave MorinFragments from Chthonic YouthMore Fragments from Chthonic Youth previous page     contents     next page
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Gustave MorinFragments from Chthonic Youth (cont'd)More Fragments from Chthonic Youth previous page     contents     next page
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Gustave MorinFragments from Chthonic YouthGustave Morin previous page     contents     next page
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Seth HowardIN THE CITY OF LIGHTRiver of silence that flows through the city. Of quiet embers that tell me I’ve known. Deer slip through the bran-ches, & a dove flutters in the light. River of...
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Raymond FarrHurdling the Grave of Each MomentThe obvious gambit isAlmost always the wrong gambit& the wrong gambit is only a shadow We follow out of the deep grass & onto the cunning blank...
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