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.

Other poems by Erin Malone in Verse Daily:
December 4, 2008:   "Spoke" "For every language, a landscape: Park..."
October 21, 2008:   "Invocation" "O potato, freckled-in-rows-of-four-where-pierced..."
April 11, 2007:   "Anniversary" " You're the icing. I'm the swarm of candles..."
March 24, 2007:   "Directions" "Stranger, one whole side..."

Books by Erin Malone:

Other poems on the web by Erin Malone:
Three poems
Two poems

Erin Malone's Blog.

Erin Malone on Twitter.

About Hover:

"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 crystaline. Hover is a rewarding, emotionally resonant debut collection."
—Linda Bierds