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Geffrey Davis is the author of Night Angler, winner of the 2018 James Laughlin Award and forthcoming from BOA Editions in 2019, and Revising the Storm (BOA Editions, 2014), which received the 2013 A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize. His other honors include the Anne Halley Poetry Prize, the Dogwood Prize in Poetry, the Leonard Steinberg Memorial/Academy of American Poets Prize, and the Wabash Prize for Poetry, as well as fellowships from Cave Canem, the National Endowment for the Arts, and Penn State's Institute for the Arts and Humanities. He teaches at the University of Arkansas and The Rainier Writing Workshop and lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas.

3:16 [For]

For

who hands o-
ver their on-
ly begot-

ten any-
thing to this
white-teethed world

if god so
loved      I nev-
er knew him

From The Night Angler. Copyright © 2018 by Geffrey Davis. Used with the permission of BOA Editions. 

From The Night Angler. Copyright © 2018 by Geffrey Davis. Used with the permission of BOA Editions. 

Geffrey Davis

Geffrey Davis

Geffrey Davis is the author of Night Angler, winner of the 2018 James Laughlin Award and forthcoming from BOA Editions in 2019. He lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas.

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           And it came to pass, […] there appeared a chariot of fire
           and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah
          
went up by a whirlwind into heaven. And Elisha saw it,
           and he cried, My father, my

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During the last 50 miles back from haul & some
months past my 15th birthday, my father fishes
a stuffed polar bear from a Salvation Army
gift-bin, labeled Boys: 6-10. I can almost see him
approach the decision: cold, a little hungry, not enough

money in his pocket for coffee.

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what kind of wound make a man
set his favorite rooster loose

             on a dying hen    what make the man

snap the neck of that twice-broken bird
before his child’s eyes    what make him see

             the bad idea after the fact—what open him

like a storm    what