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Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share a special poem from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from Night Angler by Geffrey Davis—now available for pre-order in the BOA Bookstore. A Proposal from the Previously Divorced  —For L This ordinary morning in the kitchen, the skybeyond the window content with clouds—while half-listening for the sound of youand our child shining somewhere else in the bellyof this house, I do the dishes to the low humof our freshly plucked love, force my fingersto reach the deep curve of each wine glass,and spend a full five minutes massagingthe unrelenting corners...

Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share a special poem from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from All Its Charms by Keetje Kuipers—now available for pre-order in the BOA Bookstore. Landscape with Sage and the Names of My Children I picked all the flowers, I palmed all the stones.I dropped the nameless insects onto my tongueand felt their black wings unfurl. I held the deadbuck by his antlers and dragged him through the sage,brought my teeth to the tender bridge of ribs and feduntil the glossy maggots overtook me.I climbed the red rocks robed in their red...

Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share a special poem from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from Documents by Jan-Henry Gray—now available for pre-order in the BOA Bookstore. Crush, Supermarket, California It’s easy tofall in lovewith thegrocery store boys—the one with thetiny coffee cupsweatshirt, too-tightpants & cotton shoes orthe impossibly palefish boy who smileswhen he says, I’mfrom Alaska. Yourheart swelled,stupid &dreamingof a boatin arcticwaters,stars,dotsthatdot theocean floor, youwill readhim poems & hewill explain the codein the constellationuntil morningwaking together,hunting forno fish, sailingas you two do,parallelonly toeach other,listening to icemeltbackto water.

Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share a special poem from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from The Tiny Journalist by Naomi Shihab Nye—now available for pre-order in the BOA Bookstore. Separation Wall When the milk is sour, it separates. The next time you stop speaking, ask yourself why you were born. They say they are scared of us. The nuclear bomb is scared of the cucumber. When my mother asks me to slice cucumbers, I feel like a normal person with fantastic dilemmas: Do I make rounds or sticks? Shall I trim the seeds?...

Hello readers! Every week, BOA's staff and interns share a special poem from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from Cenzontle by Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, winner of the GLCA New Writers Award and finalist for the NCIBA Golden Poppy Book Award for Poetry. El Frutero Apá likes his fruit sweeter than his women.I imagine Apá growing a gardenin the next room though I know he is not.I imagine Apá holding my mother’s face beneath himand slowly parting its earth for a plum orchard.I open the door.I know I’m supposed to lookaway from his reaping.My mother’s face a blueonly known to...