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)

Process Journal 11-4

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Process Journal 11-3

Labyrinth 61

 

 

The boy in the labyrinth peers from behind his fingers. And from behind his fingers, small beams of light cross his iris. Light sheds its act through the boy's rock-toughened knuckles. His sleep deficit calls him to the stage so that under the lights he is misrecognized. A stormy self. This is analogous to the boy's idea of physical beauty. How the landscape determines or dominates the content. Therefore the minotaur is beautiful in the dark. Therefore the boy is beautiful in the dark. Therefore the labyrinth is razored into pieces between the boy's fingers. The dream which had existed still swells in the opera house.

Mindfulness

I've been out of sorts lately, for many reasons. One of the big reasons why I've been out of sorts has to do with my weird hormonal issues--see, I don't have a thyroid and the thyroid controls/regulates so much stuff in the body. Round about this time in 2007 I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. I had my thyroid removed and have had to take a thyroid hormone supplement. Well, my presecription ran out last week and the pharmacy where I had been getting my meds no longer took my insurance. So there was a big delay. Blah blah blah, what resulted is my feeling feverish, cold, slow, and cranky for the weekend. It took me two more days after I started taking my meds again to get back to my normal self.

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Other things that have been on my mind--money. I need money. Period. I'd love to do low-res teaching, but I don't know how to go about asking to teach for a low-res gig, particularly one that's close by.

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Still, other things--one of my kids might need therapy for some sensory development issues. The senses and sensory development is such an interesting thing--imagine feeling everything simultaneously. Or feeling certain things more greatly than otherwise normal. I'm filling out paperwork for my kid. That's been on my mind. And all through it I'm trying to maintain my writing habit. It's been okay. It hasn't been a drain, but it hasn't been easy, either.

I've come to a realization about my "Labyrinth" series. It's about my son. That kind of freaks me out, and I'm not sure how to proceed now.

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Current Spin:

Process Journal 11-2

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Process Journal 11-1

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Process Journal 10-31 (make-up)

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Process Journal 10-28 (make-up)

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Oh so tired . . . still plugging away.

The 3-yr-old had trouble sleeping, which means daddy had trouble sleeping. From 12:30AM to 4:00AM, he'd get up in 30 minute intervals wanting a drink, to pee, to get rid of a month in his room, to check for monsters. You name it, he came up with a reason for me to pick him up, check his room, and put him back down in the bed.

So, I'm pretty beat. I had a decent breakfast and two cups of coffee. That bought me some time to write, but I'm thinking I might be headed back to bed for a spell.

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I'm 56 poems into the "Labyrinth" series and I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I enjoy writing the pieces, but I can't see a shape to the thing, which originally was the whole point, but now I'm looking for corners or edges . . . something to grant me some vision. I need to understand what the whole project seems to wish to become.

Things I know--the boy may or may not be Theseus, the boy may or may not have a confrontation with the minotaur, the boy may or may not escape the maze.

I don't think there's going to be closure to this thing, at least in its current form. I might experiment with the narrative a bit more. . .  we'll see.

For now, I'm just content writing these poems. They're fun for me and it has been a good exercise, though I feel like I'm neglecting some of my other work.

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Which leads me to think about what I've been into in terms of my writing these days--I've been going for allegories a lot lately, and I haven't spent a lot of time thinking about why. Sounds like an essay to me.

An essay . . .  oh lord.

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Yeah, I need a nap.

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Current Spin:

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Happy Birthday, Sylvia Plath