Hover

Hover

by Erin Malone

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Overview


Poetry. Winner of the Patricia Bibby First Book Prize, 2013, judged by Ralph Angel. "Erin Malone writes poems of separation and deep longing for the Other—brother, son, husband, yes—but most importantly, the dislocated self. Tied by the binds of convention, this bound self twists against the ropes around her wrists, not so much to free herself, but to better feel the burns they make there when she does. In careful (read: care- filled) scalpel-precise lines, we hear a voice compelled to speak out in what Allan Grossman calls 'the language of last resort.' Reader, this is just the beginning."—Kary Wayson

"I simply love Erin Malone's HOVER—its perfection of phrase, its sheer lucidity, its open heart. There are real hauntings and anxieties here, often of the most excruciating, heart-wrenching variety, but somehow the book leaves me in the mood of a crisp, clear morning on which one feels amazed to be alive. 'It's taken me this long to become human,' Malone writes; taken together, the poems in HOVER convey that earned, admirable sense of humanness, in language that shines."—Maggie Nelson

"Erin Malone's poems drop flares into the dark sea of new motherhood, illuminating the silvered leap of a mind mid-flight, a mind at times unmade: the mind of making. Wildly precise and sharply beautiful, these poems detonate inside the most unlikely containers: studies of dead languages, incandescent bulbs, fables, terrariums, 'an alphabet of crows.' Subterranean, aerial, quick-turning and generous, the line she casts is a thrilling one to catch hold of."—Megan Snyder-Camp

"The poems in HOVER deftly explore the worlds of loss and personal dislocation. Malone's principal technique is compression, and the music that results from her carefully-considered, chiseled lines is crystalline. HOVER is a rewarding, emotionally resonant debut collection."—Linda Bierds

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781939678133
Publisher: Tebot Bach
Publication date: 03/03/2015
Pages: 76
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.70(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author


Erin Malone was raised in Nebraska and Colorado. She earned a BA in English Literature from the University of Colorado, and an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Washington. Her chapbook, What Sound Does It Make, won the 2007 Concrete Wolf Award, and her poems have appeared in journals such as Field, Beloit Poetry Journal, Poetry Northwest, and online at Verse Daily. The recipient of grants from Washington's Artist Trust, 4Culture, and the Colorado Council of the Arts, she has taught writing at the University of Colorado in Colorado Springs, Richard Hugo House in Seattle, and at the University of Washington Rome Center in Italy. She works with elementary school students through Seattle Arts and Lectures' Writers in the Schools.

Table of Contents

Judge's Citation 9

Symbols to Guide Your Viewing (I)

Suspect 15

Directions 17

Mornings 18

Wearing the Terrarium 19

Lament for Seven Minus Some 20

Objects Not Visible to the Human Eye 21

Sonnet Destroyed by Crows 23

Impasse 24

Classifications of Languages 25

Pulling Up the Corners 26

X 27

At the Seams 28

What Sound Does It Make 29

Symbols to Guide Your Viewing (II)

Letter from Egg Lake Road 35

Questions for My Brother 36

Hush 37

Maps of Childhood 38

And None of Mine Own 39

Questions for My Brother 40

Black Forest 41

Topography 42

Alone at the Edge of the Painting 43

Questions for My Brother 44

The Day After Yesterday 45

Symbols to Guide Your Viewing (III)

This & Thus Far 49

The Winter He Is One 51

Photographs of Birds, Featuring Their Understudies 52

And Then 53

Prehistory 54

Invocation 55

Cuttings 56

Spoke 57

Sweet Pea Preschool of the Arts 58

Godzilla Movie 60

Fable 61

Praise the Present Tense 62

Story 63

Mouth 64

Outpost 65

Boy in Red Shorts 66

Anniversary 67

Susurrus 68

Notes 71

Acknowledgements 72

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