This poetry collection is the record of an American\'s return home after a decade abroad, an exile imposed solely because he loved another man.
In a virtuoso display of lyric and formal.
Winner, Vassar Miller Prize in Poetry This poetry collection is the record of an American\'s return home after a decade abroad, an exile imposed solely because he loved another man.
He lives in Tulsa with his husband.
He has taught at the University of Mississippi and Eastern New Mexico University.
Number Twenty-seven: Vassar Miller Prize in Poetry Steve Bellin-oka is the author of a chapbook, Dead Letter Office at North Atlantic Station and is the recipient of a Tulsa Artists Fellowship in poetry.
This is a book of arresting authenticity.--Peter Balakian, Pulitzer-Prize winner and judge From Self-Portrait as the Chosen One Long before I was what I am now, short of breath, bald, just returned with arthritic knees from exile in another country\'s muck and red volcanic soil, too near-sighted to discern the High Plains tumbleweed from the burning bush of myth, scorched now and silent, long before this, I was the first son my mother bore that lived.
Steve Bellin-Oka\'s poems hold in balance an intensified language and a passionate voice that bring together the struggles of the inner life with stark realities.
In a virtuoso display of lyric and formal inventiveness, Bellin-Oka\'s poems meditate on the myriad losses engendered by diaspora: of home, family and sexual identity, and spiritual certainty.
Winner, Vassar Miller Prize in Poetry This poetry collection is the record of an American\'s return home after a decade abroad, an exile imposed solely because he loved another man.
This is a book of arresting authenticity.--Peter Balakian, Pulitzer-Prize winner and judge From Self-Portrait as the Chosen OneLong before I was what I am now, shortof breath, bald, just returned with arthritic kneesfrom exile in another country\'s muck and redvolcanic soil, too near-sighted to discernthe High Plains tumbleweed from the burningbush of myth, scorched now and silent, long before this, I was the first son my mother borethat lived.
In a virtuoso display of lyric and formal inventiveness, Bellin-Oka\'s poems meditate on the myriad losses engendered by diaspora: of home, family and sexual identity, and spiritual certainty.
Steve Bellin-Oka\'s poems hold in balance an intensified language and a passionate voice that bring together the struggles of the inner life with stark realities.
This poetry collection is the record of an American\'s return home after a decade abroad, an exile imposed solely because he loved another man
