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Coleman Glenn

@colemanglenn.bsky.social
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Husband, dad, New Church (AKA Swedenborgian) minister, occasional writer of occasional poems. Poetry collection: A LITTLE LIGHT (2024) Substack: alittlelightverse.substack.com

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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 14/10/2026
I transferred into Kenyon for my third year of college, based in part on my affection for the Kenyon Review. Gambier is a lovely place, and this is a great time of year to visit. Hope the talk goes well!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/10/2026
A new poem, “The Self-Deceived” - thanks to the always-excellent Literary Matters for publishing it!
Text of a poem: "The Self-Deceived" by Coleman Glenn / Issue 19.1

The con man knows the deepest dread
you'll never face directly lies
in finding loved ones in your head
are spun from threads your head supplies

and loved ones elsewhere don't exist - 
to love, you had to apprehend.
You fix your vision and persist 
in faith your dearest friend's your friend.

The con man knows you'll doubt a part
but not the whole. His words are true
expressions of a crafted heart
attuned to what the words can do.

His ministrations are as warm
and intimate as surgery,
so pleasurable to perform
they bless his choice to never be.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/10/2026
A new poem, “The Self-Deceived” - thanks to the always-excellent Literary Matters for publishing it!
Text of a poem: "The Self-Deceived" by Coleman Glenn / Issue 19.1

The con man knows the deepest dread
you'll never face directly lies
in finding loved ones in your head
are spun from threads your head supplies

and loved ones elsewhere don't exist - 
to love, you had to apprehend.
You fix your vision and persist 
in faith your dearest friend's your friend.

The con man knows you'll doubt a part
but not the whole. His words are true
expressions of a crafted heart
attuned to what the words can do.

His ministrations are as warm
and intimate as surgery,
so pleasurable to perform
they bless his choice to never be.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/10/2026
And if you're only going to read one poem from it, skip mine and read Morri Creech's long, harrowing, beautiful poem 'The Ghosts of Noise". www.literarymatters.org/19-1-the-gho...
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The Ghosts of Noise - Morri Creech - Literary Matters
1. Tamping out her cigarette by the filter, Mom, standing at the window, watched the sky. Dad swore that he was just a bit off kilter— a lack of self-awareness or a lie. He’d taken their first edition...
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/10/2026
Here's a link to the entire new issue, full of excellent work. www.literarymatters.org/issue-19-1/
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Issue 19:1 - Literary Matters
Literary Matters 19.1 (Fall, 2026) [issue_toc] Editor's Note: Emily Grace: On Sousa, Technology, and Creation Essay / Poem Yulia Ryzhik: Spenser and the Choir of Frogs Poetry James Appleby: AttractJam...
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/12/2025
I haven't written much poetry in the last year, but I finished this one recently.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/12/2025
I haven't written much poetry in the last year, but I finished this one recently.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/12/2025
Here's its more permanent home. open.substack.com/pub/alittlel...
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The Old Story
A new poem
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
I bet if you went back in time and told John Crowe Ransom that New Criticism would lead to postmodern denial of authorial meaning which would then render A.I. lit as valuable as human lit, he’d be confused and also question your choices regarding best uses for a time machine.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
I bet if you went back in time and told John Crowe Ransom that New Criticism would lead to postmodern denial of authorial meaning which would then render A.I. lit as valuable as human lit, he’d be confused and also question your choices regarding best uses for a time machine.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 05/11/2025
A true double dactyl? Higgledy piggledy, Thomas A. Edison struggled in school due to ADHD. Had he been treated with lisdexamfetamine, “Highway to Hell” would be sung by AC.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 05/11/2025
A true double dactyl? Higgledy piggledy, Thomas A. Edison struggled in school due to ADHD. Had he been treated with lisdexamfetamine, “Highway to Hell” would be sung by AC.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 27/10/2025
The Bigsby Barkley game.
A still from a Busby Berkeley film of dancers in a circle looking down at the camera, with the 6 dancers in the center of the circle replaced by photos of Tank Bigsby and Saquon Barkley.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 27/10/2025
The Bigsby Barkley game.
A still from a Busby Berkeley film of dancers in a circle looking down at the camera, with the 6 dancers in the center of the circle replaced by photos of Tank Bigsby and Saquon Barkley.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 23/10/2025
Was he thinking it’s like pâté? Because now I’m thinking if I win the lottery I’m going to slice up a block of pâté and fry it like the world’s fanciest scrapple.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 19/10/2025
this is art
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 19/10/2025
this is art
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 17/10/2025
A poem.
Black text on white background:

Virga

He says again the words he said before:
if necessary, he will drop it all
to hold them. “Honey, *nothing* matters more,”
he says again. The words he said before
once tendered hope for what he might restore.
They hang now, desert rains made mist mid-fall.
He says again the words he said before:
“if necessary.” He will drop it all.

-Coleman Glenn
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 17/10/2025
A poem.
Black text on white background:

Virga

He says again the words he said before:
if necessary, he will drop it all
to hold them. “Honey, *nothing* matters more,”
he says again. The words he said before
once tendered hope for what he might restore.
They hang now, desert rains made mist mid-fall.
He says again the words he said before:
“if necessary.” He will drop it all.

-Coleman Glenn
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 23/04/2025
Happy Shakespeare Day!
The Fair Youth’s Complaint
An Imagined Reply to Shakespeare’s “Procreation Sonnets”

Well, Bill, your sonnets finally got to me,
With all their pressures to impress my seal
On waxen fruits that fruit eternally,
Et cetera, so forth, you know the spiel.
Enticed by your advice I grabbed a wife
With features fairly fine but not so strong
That they might mask my own engrafted life,
So sweetly celebrated in your song.
She birthed a boy. I staked and pruned him well;
I snipped and shaped his soul to match my own.
He blossomed, and I watched my own pride swell
Within a youth in whom my luster shone.
But oh, he burst, and spattered *me* with scorn!
Such bitter fruit were better left unborn.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 23/04/2025
Happy Shakespeare Day!
The Fair Youth’s Complaint
An Imagined Reply to Shakespeare’s “Procreation Sonnets”

Well, Bill, your sonnets finally got to me,
With all their pressures to impress my seal
On waxen fruits that fruit eternally,
Et cetera, so forth, you know the spiel.
Enticed by your advice I grabbed a wife
With features fairly fine but not so strong
That they might mask my own engrafted life,
So sweetly celebrated in your song.
She birthed a boy. I staked and pruned him well;
I snipped and shaped his soul to match my own.
He blossomed, and I watched my own pride swell
Within a youth in whom my luster shone.
But oh, he burst, and spattered *me* with scorn!
Such bitter fruit were better left unborn.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 18/04/2025
A poem for Good Friday.
ECCE HOMO

Behold the Man whose head is crowned
With thorny branches twisted round
By hands that bear the stain of sin.
The multitudes are pressing in
And cries of “crucify!” resound.

Like seed sprung up in thorny ground
The loud “hosannas” have been drowned.
Through all the frenzy and the din,
Behold the Man.

Behold Him now condemned and bound.
Behold Him. Hear the hammers pound.
Behold, as well, the soldier’s grin.
Behold a mirror. Look within
And face whatever there is found.
Behold the Man.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 18/04/2025
A poem for Good Friday.
ECCE HOMO

Behold the Man whose head is crowned
With thorny branches twisted round
By hands that bear the stain of sin.
The multitudes are pressing in
And cries of “crucify!” resound.

Like seed sprung up in thorny ground
The loud “hosannas” have been drowned.
Through all the frenzy and the din,
Behold the Man.

Behold Him now condemned and bound.
Behold Him. Hear the hammers pound.
Behold, as well, the soldier’s grin.
Behold a mirror. Look within
And face whatever there is found.
Behold the Man.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 16/04/2025
I’ve learned that Amazon shipped at least one person a copy of A LITTLE LIGHT with the last ~10 pages missing. Did anyone else have this? The last poem should be “Thanksgiving” on p. 91. Let me know if you have a book with missing pages and I’ll make sure you get a complete one.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 14/04/2025
Tomorrow!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/04/2025
If you’re in the Philly area on April 15th, come out to the Swedenborg Library at Bryn Athyn College to hear and share some poems. I promise it will be more fun than filing taxes.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 26/03/2025
Happy birthday A.E. Housman, Robert Frost, and Leonard Nimoy!
**Poem for March 26th**

Out tramping past the cherry tree
I met a lanky lad
Who formed his fingers in a “V”.
His blessing left me sad.

The fellow’s words, I’m sure, were not
Designed to do me wrong,
But oh, I know ’tis not my lot
To prosper, nor live long!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 26/03/2025
Happy birthday A.E. Housman, Robert Frost, and Leonard Nimoy!
**Poem for March 26th**

Out tramping past the cherry tree
I met a lanky lad
Who formed his fingers in a “V”.
His blessing left me sad.

The fellow’s words, I’m sure, were not
Designed to do me wrong,
But oh, I know ’tis not my lot
To prosper, nor live long!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 22/03/2025
Tomorrow marks 6 months since the publication of A Little Light. If you’ve read it and enjoyed, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or GoodReads or another bookseller site. Heck, even if you hated it, any review is better than none! (I may regret this post.)
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 09/03/2025
Poem for the first Sunday in Lent.
TEMPTATION

For forty days and forty nights
the waters crash above the land
and storm clouds hide the two great lights.
An uncreation is at hand.

For forty days and forty nights 
on Sinai, Moses sits in cloud
and eats no bread, nor drinks, but writes
the words that will convict the crowd.

For forty years of weary days
the manna falls, the daily bread
enduring though the people’s praise
decays, and grievance grows instead.

For forty days and forty nights
the Lord endures the tempter’s scorn.
Alone on desert land He fights
to see our undone souls reborn.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 09/03/2025
Poem for the first Sunday in Lent.
TEMPTATION

For forty days and forty nights
the waters crash above the land
and storm clouds hide the two great lights.
An uncreation is at hand.

For forty days and forty nights 
on Sinai, Moses sits in cloud
and eats no bread, nor drinks, but writes
the words that will convict the crowd.

For forty years of weary days
the manna falls, the daily bread
enduring though the people’s praise
decays, and grievance grows instead.

For forty days and forty nights
the Lord endures the tempter’s scorn.
Alone on desert land He fights
to see our undone souls reborn.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 15/02/2025
My one word of advice for new parents: beware of crinkling.
Illustrated bar chart of “Relative Decibel Levels According to My Sleeping Baby,” showing slight increases from “Rain” to “Dog barking” to “Fireworks” then a large jump to the highest category, “Paper bag crinkling”
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 11/02/2025
Postponed due to weather ❄️ I’ll let you know when we settle on a new date.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 11/02/2025
Postponed due to weather ❄️ I’ll let you know when we settle on a new date.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 09/02/2025
I joked to my father-in-law Eagles 100 Chiefs 0, but realistically it will probably be a closer game. Eagles 70 Chiefs 6. Go birds! 🦅
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/02/2025
My answers: a) yeah, pretty much b) from Bryn Athyn, PA (just outside Philly)
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 06/02/2025
Pronunciation question: do you pronounce “hire” the same way you pronounce “higher”? (And if you’re willing to say, where are you from?)
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 03/02/2025
If you’re in the Philly area, come out next Tuesday (Feb 11th) for a poetry open mic at Bryn Athyn College’s Swedenborg Library from 6:30-8:00 pm. I’ll read several of my poems, then the mic will be opened for you to share yours. Hope to see you there!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 03/02/2025
If you’re in the Philly area, come out next Tuesday (Feb 11th) for a poetry open mic at Bryn Athyn College’s Swedenborg Library from 6:30-8:00 pm. I’ll read several of my poems, then the mic will be opened for you to share yours. Hope to see you there!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 23/01/2025
Well sorry Pellets of Fire Calcium Chloride Pellets, I’m melting as much as I can afford to melt and I DO NOT NEED YOUR ATTITUDE.
Bag of ice melter with the words “USELESS, MELT MORE!”
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 19/01/2025
For palindromes, you can’t beat the brilliant @anthonyetherin.bsky.social .
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 18/01/2025
Thanks @chrissiemkl.bsky.social for featuring “A Little Light” on Autumn Sky Poetry Daily today! autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2025/01/18/s...
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Saturday book feature — A Little Light by Coleman Glenn
Precarious by Coleman Glenn from A Little Light, 2024
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 01/01/2025
I shouldn’t brag, but I read sooooo many books in 2024 and most of the time I read them upside down AND I did the voices.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 23/12/2024
Technically a poem for Candlemas rather than Christmas, but still appropriate for the season - “Candlemas” by Denise Levertov. #smallpoemsunday
With certitude
Simeon opened 
ancient arms 
to infant light.
Decades
before the cross, the tomb 
and the new life, 
he knew 
new life.
What depth
of faith he drew on, 
turning illumined 
towards deep night.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 21/12/2024
Thanks - glad you like it!
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 12/12/2024
Tom Cruise’s agent’s status was hearsay anyway - never verified in song, never to be verified on Bluesky.
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Anthony Etherin @anthonyetherin.bsky.social · 11/12/2024
IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE (Anagrammed Lines) It came from outer space — a comet of imp creatures; a curse of meteor impact — to permute a cosmic fear, to cap our mesmeric fate...
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 08/12/2024
Perhaps my favorite small poem - “Aubade” by Bill Coyle, from his book The God of This World to His Prophet. #smallpoemsunday
Aubade 

On a dead street 
in a high wall 
a wooden gate 
I don't recall 

ever seeing open 
is today 
and I who happen 
to pass this way 

in passing glimpse 
a garden lit 
by dark lamps 
at the heart of it.
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 08/12/2024
Somehow the editors of the new Taylor-Swift-inspired poetry anthology forgot to ask me to submit my three sonnets of song titles from The Tortured Poets Society. Oh well. At least they’re preserved for posterity here on Bluesky. #taylorswift #poetry
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Coleman Glenn @colemanglenn.bsky.social · 04/12/2024
The best leg / balance / posture exercise is the one where you crouch down to reach things from the bottom rack of the dishwasher while keeping your upper body at exactly the same angle because you are terrified of disturbing the sleeping baby in your carrier.
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