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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Entries in labyrinth (77)

Guest Poet on the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Blog, etc.

I've got a little blog post about my experience at last year's Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival. It was the first time that I had ever been to the festival, and I loved every minute of it. Only thing was I developed laryngitis. Anyway, you should read all about it here: CLICKY!

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Taking my customary weekend break from writing. 68 poems into the "Labyrinth" project and I think I'm waning a bit, so I may try to revisit a different project.

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It's definitely winter up in the Pacific NW. Gray, overcast, dark, rainy. Perfect reading and writing weather. Right now, I'm sitting in my office on campus watching undergrads run through wet piles of leaves on the Old Main lawn.

Knuckleheads.  ;-)

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Current Spin:

Process Journal 11-11

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Expectations and Gratitude

Gratitude first.

Thanks to Meredith for taking the kids to daycare today and providing me with a day to write, read, and be.

She's always got her hand's full, but she's managed to handle all the rough patches with grace and dignity.

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As for the expectations, I've realized something about this current prose poem manuscript that I'm penning--I think I have the expectation that I'll be able to write my way out of it, but I'm starting to realize that I'm just as lost as my protagonist.

Usually the way I manage to end writing projects is when I decide to sit down and create a form for a manuscript, and usually that form rises out of a necessary understanding of the relationships between poems.

This project feels like a novella and not a poetry manuscript. This is okay with me, but I have an innate sense of perfectionism that wants it to be tidy. So what I clearly expect from the writing is for it to reveal its answers and tell me what is going to happen and what it is.

That probably ain't going to happen.

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I listened to a story yesterday about a minotaur called "Ziggaurat." It's by Stephen O'Connor. In many ways, that story showed me ways out of my own labyrinth. Credit where credit is due.

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Wrote a quick blog posting about my Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival Experience. It should be up on Friday. When it is, I'll post the link.

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Process Journal 11-10 (twofer-Thursday)

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Process Journal 11-9

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Process Journal 11-8

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Hurtling

In the past, I conceived of a concept and the poems I wrote continued the exploration of that concept. Such an endeavor guided the trajectory of the writing. In other words, I wrote towards an idea or a concept that was already in place. The architecture of the manuscript that would soon house the poems was already in place.

Lately, what's been happening is I've been accruing work, but I don't have any concept of how to house them. So I'm a bit lost with my composition these days. I'm just writing, but I feel like I'm writing aimlessly. I feel like I'm looking at someone in profile as they slowly turn away from me.

It's not to say that I haven't had marginal successes with this recent cohort of poems. Many of them are finding homes. Just found out that a few of them will be taken by The Journal, which is cool. Like the "Dear Empire" poems, I just can't see the end yet. And I figure it might be because I just started this project in April.

But I'm the kind of guy who likes to know where I'm going ahead of time. I can't blindly follow the GPS in the car, I have to figure out ahead of time what the map looks like.

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My kid is into Legos these days. Legos and Goldfish. Why not combine the two?

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The wonderful Melissa Stein was visiting the Pacific Northwest by way of San Francisco. Here she is reading for Poetrynight. If you haven't already, grab a copy of Rough Honey!!

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Current Spin:

Process Journal 11-7

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