Books
  • Furious Lullaby (Crab Orchard Series in Poetry)
    Furious Lullaby (Crab Orchard Series in Poetry)
  • Names Above Houses (Crab Orchard Series in Poetry)
    Names Above Houses (Crab Orchard Series in Poetry)
  • A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry
    A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry

  • Requiem for the Orchard (Akron Series in Poetry)
    Requiem for the Orchard (Akron Series in Poetry)

Anthologies

Oliver's work can also be found in the following anthologies.

  • Tilting the Continent: Southeast Asian American Writing
    Tilting the Continent: Southeast Asian American Writing
  • Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation
    Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation
  • Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia, and Beyond
    Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia, and Beyond
  • From the Fishouse: An Anthology of Poems that Sing, Rhyme, Resound, Syncopate, Alliterate, and Just Plain Sound Great
    From the Fishouse: An Anthology of Poems that Sing, Rhyme, Resound, Syncopate, Alliterate, and Just Plain Sound Great
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Secrets, dudes in asbestos suits, and summer school.

This was my fortune for today. I "secretly" went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch.

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There are other secrets which I CAN keep to myself. However, I can't conceal the fact that my office window looks out to a roof of an adjacent building and there are four men in protective suits and masks hacking away at part of the building. Oh boy.

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Summer school's going alright. It'll be over before I know it. As I had posted below, I am challenging myself to write the forms along with my forms class. So the next form up is the ghazal. I've only written one other ghazal in my lifetime and I know I broke all sorts of rules. I'm going to try to be a little more stringent about my approach to the form this time. When I look back on the previous ghazal I wrote, it was far too unified. I can't help it, though. My mind wants to organize . . . to categorize . . . to narrate. Help me Agha, wherever you may be.

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Okay, so here's a real secret I can't keep to myself. One of my favorite things to do in the whole world--eat a large scoop of green tea ice cream, then take a sip of hot green tea. There's a sensation and a flavor that's exquisite. (It's kind of like that moment when you're editing a poem, saying lines aloud, and your mouth finds the poem's center out in the air.) And in reconciling the opposite temperatures, hot and cold, the flavor of the green tea is so magnified that it becomes a texture instead of a flavor. Try it.

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Reader Comments (1)

The ghazal is my LEAST favorite of all forms.
June 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJory Mickelson

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