HCSHR 3:5 — Glenn G. Coats, Furrows of Snow.
HCSHR 3:5 — Glenn G.
Coats, Furrows of Snow. Arlington, VA: Turtle Light Press, 2019. ISBN: 978-0-9748147-6-6. 54 pages,
5¼” x 8”; $12.50 US. www.turtlelightpress.com
Furrows of Snow by
Glenn G. Coats is the fifth winner of Turtle Light Press’s biennial haiku chapbook
competition. As it is a chapbook, it is a slim volume, with only
twenty-nine poems. Twenty-nine excellent poems. In “The Back Story,” the poet
explains how he decided on which haiku to include. “I laid them all out and
read them over and over. I kept reading and rereading, and if it wasn’t right,
I took it out.” The contest rules indicate a maximum of forty-eight poems.
Coats selected twenty-nine despite technically having room for another
nineteen. Would that more poets could grant themselves the judgment and wisdom
to choose as carefully – and the self-assurance, when necessary, to let go.
The contest judge,
Susan Antolin (editor of Acorn), considers
quality, theme, and reader response in her statement. “In these delicately
crafted haiku,” she writes, “Glenn Coats brings the reader into a contemplative
space where time passes at the unhurried pace of the river he describes.” There
are actually two threads in this collection of poems: the river and the poet’s
mother. They share the space judiciously, juxtaposed as carefully as are the
phrases and fragments within the haiku themselves.
Some poems bring in
both topics.
rippled water
I see mother’s cursive
in mine
I see mother’s cursive
in mine
The rivers of the
haiku are places for boating, for walking the dog, for campfires, for fishing.
night sky
I release the minnows
all at once
I release the minnows
all at once
They are places for
community.
a circle of boots
around the deepest hole
river dawn
around the deepest hole
river dawn
And they serve,
too, as a way into the personal.
river stones
mother slips a step
further away
mother slips a step
further away
Coats concludes his
“Back Story” by stating, “I wanted to find that balance between river poems and
the poems about my mother.” Balance. Yes. And admirably so.
Maxianne
Berger
April, 2020
April, 2020