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Hello readers! Every week, the BOA staff shares one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. In honor of the solar eclipse and these late-August nights, this week's poem is from The Day's Last Light Reddens the Leaves of the Copper Beech by Stephen Dobyns. Good Days Jack McCarthy, Stand-Up Poet, 1939–2013 It had been one of those good days with friends and now we were sitting around the bonfire telling stories—a circle of light within the dark The wind through the trees above us sounded like faraway conversations, perhaps the talk of friends around bonfires in the past....

Hello readers! Every week, the BOA staff shares one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from Craig Morgan Teicher's newest collection, The Trembling Answers (BOA 2017). Another Poem on My Daughter's Birthday There must be soft words for an evening like this, when the breeze caresses like gentle fingertips all over. I don't know how not to write darkly and sad. But it's five years today since my little girl was born, cut safely from the noose. We meant nothing but hope; how near death is to that. Only children, only some children,...

Hello readers! Every week, the BOA staff shares one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is from Christine Kitano's forthcoming collection, Sky Country, now available for pre-order in the BOA Bookstore. In this poem, the speaker is a Japanese-American interred at the Topaz Concentration Camp in Utah during World War II. Fireflies Because they have never seen anything like it,the city children weave through the barracks calling usto come see. Our stories of fireflies in Japanmust echo in their young heads, how we'd picnicin summer heat to watch the lit bodies punctuatethe dark. Better than Christmas, we'd...

Hello readers! BOA is launching a new feature on our website! Every week, our staff will share one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem holds a very special place in BOA's history. It was written by our founder, A. Poulin, Jr., and selected by Michael Waters for inclusion in A. Poulin, Jr. Selected Poems (2001).  Cave Dwellers I've carved a cave in the mountainside. I've drilled for water, stocked provisions to last a lifetime. The walls are smooth. We can live here, love, safe from elements. We'll invest another love that can't destroy. We'll make exquisite...