Glen Coats


I recently retired after teaching for thirty-four years in Flemington, New Jersey. My wife Joan and I now in a rural part of Prospect, Virginia. Our house is surrounded by pine trees and finches. We have three children and four grandsons. I now serve as the Tutor Trainer for Tri-County Life Learners in Farmville, Virginia. My work involves teaching adults how to tutor others in reading and writing.

My interest in writing poems began while learning to teach at Mars Hill College in North Carolina. I was fascinated with the traditional folk songs that were so much a part of that mountain area and soon began writing lyrics of my own. I started keeping journals of songs and poems and have kept that practice up my entire life. I am thankful to the writers who have helped to shape my writing, especially James A. Autry who taught me how to use dialog so that voices can step into a poem as if actors had just walked to the front of a stage. Byrd Baylor whose beautiful free verse let my words begin to tumble down pages in narrow rows. Most of all, I am indebted to the poet Len Roberts who by his example taught me to be honest and direct in my writing—brave enough to write it all down.

My work has been published in many magazines and journals including: Bottlerockets, The Heron’s Nest, The Endless Mountains Review, Presence, Bitterroot, Chimera, Poet, New Jersey English Journal, The Journal of Reading Recovery, Potato Eyes, Pudding, Talking River, and Diner, among others. In 1992, Leon’s Confession was nominated for the Pushcart Prize by the editors of Magic Realism. Threading Eyelets in the Dark and The Sound of Broken Promise were nominated for the Pushcart Prize by Pine Grove Press in 1997 and 1999.

I have written six stories for Highlights for Children. A collection of poems, Trying to Move Mountains, was published by the Reading Recovery Council of North America in 2005. A children's book, Waiting For a Frog, was published by Kaeden. Several chapbooks of poems have been published.

I continue to read and write poems every day. Haiku is my favorite form of poetry.

Available Books:

Trying to Move Mountains: order at www.reading recovery.org or call (614)310-READ
Waiting For a Frog: call (800)890-READ
Water Damaged is available from the author ($6.00): coatsfamily@nni.com or by writing: 467 North Hardtimes Drive, Prospect, Virginia 23960

 

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The Man Who Breaks Watches

spends no more than
ten dollars,
he raps them on the table
like a hammer,
holds the crystals under water
until their hands
stop moving,
Nothing is what it used to be,
he grumbles,
raising mute watches
to his ear.

The man’s daughter
picks them from the trash,
watches slide up and down
her arms
like bracelets,
she dances through the garden
cocking her head
to hear them tick,
Papa, she cries,
I can make them work again!

Good,
he barks,
tomorrow
bring rain.

Desperate for Light

She won’t drive the car
or sell, as it
belonged to her husband;
what would he think?

It’s covered with blankets,
tucked in like a child
on a cool night.

She cowers in the house
like a stray cat,
hard bitten and
fearful of people.

If you knock long enough,
you’ll sense motion
and the door will open
up to a pale flower

desperate for light.

The Memory of Rocks

There are boulders
cracked, creased

like beached whales
while others

lean gently onto the lake
like elbows

and you try to remember
the ones that mark

places where great fish
were taken

there are too many

too many rocks facing
Ramsay Island

you will be searching

forever.

River Road

My father stopped
fishing,
my son followed
a few years
later.
Now their boots
lay huddled in garage corners
like dogs.
Their creels hang
from
broken nails
like
pocket watches.
No one cradles them
in their palms
admiring
a catch.
I keep their rods
resting safely
above the joists
hoping
they will again say
lets work that stretch
between the two
rocks
past the pipe
beyond the fallen
tree
beyond which the stream
broadens
into a river.