Biography of Glen Kappy
To the Reader,
First, thank you for your time and attention. Below is some background which I hope will give you a better “feel” and understanding of my poetry.
I was raised in inner city New York. My father was from Jewish background, my mother from Anglo-Protestant background, but both were alienated from their traditions. Agnostic themselves, they raised my siblings and me to make our own decisions about religion. Ironically, perhaps, from college on I grew increasingly drawn to “the God question, ” with my initial interest in the Hindu, Buddhist, and Tao traditions. At age twenty-five and desperate to know God personally, I had an experience that led me to become a Christian. Now, more than forty years later and with significant change in between, I am associated with a local Mennonite community.
The three big loves of my life in the order they happened were sports, girls/women, and God.
The earliest poem I can remember writing was to my first serious girlfriend. A few years later I met poet Ree Dragonette, started a poetry reading in a college coffee house I co-managed, and started writing more seriously. That was nearly fifty years ago, and helped by others to improve my craft, I welcome the opportunity to receive and give suggestions toward this end. In this I've become further sensitized as a licensed Language Arts teacher, which I took up as a second career.
Early on I learned to think of nature as a teacher. These days as a walker in our neighborhood with lots of open space and as the main gardener of the property around our home, I am brought into intimacy with it.
By grace my wife and I celebrated our fortieth anniversary this year and have seen our sons mature into men. We are fond of our daughter-in-law and adore our granddaughter whose language acquisition I have followed with particular interest.
Lastly, and not knowing a better place to say this, I want to express my appreciation for Poemhunter.com. I first became acquainted with it while searching for particular poems and poets. Then I realized I could post my own poems there. (I love the levelling in this!) At this stage in my life I am mainly interested in sharing my poems with others, and how great it is to give and receive comments from people all over the world! For me one of the best things in literature is to identify with the experience of a writer. In its own way, then, Poemhunter.com is contributing to understanding in our world that badly needs it, besides being a resource for and promoter of poetry.
Glen Kappy's Works:
I have no hardcopy books. But I will be happy to send either or both of my two (mostly finished) collections in PDF format While Passing Through: A Sampler or While Passing Through: Fourteen Favorites to anyone who requests them (email me at firstname.lastname@example.org) . These are easy to navigate with title and contents pages and with the poems grouped by type.
I also have a book in which I tell of my high-point experiences of God communicating with me. It's called I Heard God Speaking, and I'll be glad to send it when requested at the email address above.
I am currently working on While Passing Through: Collected Poems which is a larger and evolving work.
Glen Kappy Poems
'And when they had sung a hymn…' —Mark 14: 26a You sang, Lord(!)
from 'Dreams and Visions' to Gloria In a dream last night
It's snowing seeds! From all the elms with graceful limbs
Because Of What You Have Done, A Heart S...
Because of what you have done every dawn can be as this one— as fresh, as clean, as full of expectancy and color.
Yesterday—the final day of school— the children would have filled the seats their arcing back and forth and back and forth approaching to perpetual motion.
Aroused From Dream, A Home Pome
Birds At Dusk Singing
from 'While Passing Through'/Spring Birds at dusk singing. I heard a different tune
Semi-Retired In Early Spring
A Monday morning. Early spring. No work today—nor worries. Setting out to walk three errands he is greeted by a house finch singing.
When I Should Be Working, A Home Pome
When I left this Morning your hair was in shining disarray
Loving The Quiet -new-
Mid-morning. Monday. College campus. Spring semester done. Few are here with all its trees, bushes, flowers
After ringing and ringing I use my key to enter his apartment thinking he is gone or napping.
from 'The Convenient Cat' The dog on other side of the fence thought he had a firm grip
Is there a difference between contentment and complacency? Ignorance and innocence?
Forbidding Winter Night
from 'While Passing Through'/Winter A cold wind rattles the poplar
Dream Debut, A Home Pome
It was bound to happen—
my granddaughter Nova
appearing in my dreams.
In this one I tell her
of Superman lore
when we stand outside.