Eleven “poets who were not afraid to let a little weirdness into their work, a little bit of the imagination”, as guest editor Paul Nelson puts it. Plus readings and interviews in audio. When I was asked by Rattapallax editor Flavia Rocha to curate a selection of West Coast poets, there were several facets of this project that I considered a given. First, I wanted to limit the poets to the Northwest,... 

Rattapallax has the unique opportunity to meet with myriad internationally-renown poets and a staff that is deeply focused on promoting and publishing new work. Meet the staff and contributors to this, or first issue of Rattapallax Online. Ram Devineni is the editor and publisher of Rattapallax and a film-maker who has had films shown at the Cairo International Film Festival, San Jose Film Festival,... 

by Erin Malone the day was divided: tulips erupting In their sockets the lights popped and crows raised in the yard and dark clouds. I was doubling again. My knife on the wood a wife, snap-snapping an onion against the cutting board, a cry like memory that won’t walk Between our house and the neighbor’s rests. Chewing pencils, they pace like             Make their circle A crow had... 

by Erin Malone My head is a guest, a Gulliver parting the dirt, eyes at the earthworms then up. Firs around my shoulders. When I walk I carry the scene. Cubed, the sky is itself but groomed to change more slowly. Exhale of clouds: I balance the books & straighten & still. The thud in my ears is a big bass drum. I shout to hear myself think. I stuck my head in a house. Something turned over. View... 

by Erin Malone The fish sloshing in the tsunami of its bowl as we walked it room to room, blue gravel whirling—sometimes I felt like that, loose inside the water of my body. The fish hides by the plastic button reef, maybe the only shape it’s sure of. I kept falling out of bed, swerved bandy-legged to the bathroom sink and back, sink and back, until my mind shrank down to sleep. When I descended... 

by Erin Malone Those directed at the sky Those that star and underline Those that are cross Holes torn in paper, half-erased Ones that “never endeavor to advocate” Those that confuse instructions and destructions Those that drop objects All thumbs Dead ones Those that explain photosynthesis of phytoplankton in metagenomics Those that are made up Those that make up Those that are enduringly dirty Ones... 

Erin Malone’s poems have appeared in journals such as Field, Beloit Poetry Journal, Poetry Northwest, Pool and online at Verse Daily. Her chapbook, What Sound Does It Make, won the Concrete Wolf Award in 2007. 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...