New Poem by Frederick Pollack


Why should the phrase “Nothing is hidden”
occur ten times a day
in my private mumbling? I have no gospel
but poems; it’s used in several
I know, but in error:
no one is watching. Granted, whenever
one buys or types something one is
oneself a product or potential threat;
but those keeping tabs aren’t
the viewer I imply. He, it
sees nothing; no one does.
Yet the data accumulates, and whether
its proper metaphor
is topsoil or a final document,
it will eventually be filed or tended.


—by Frederick Pollack

Copyright© 2022, by Frederick Pollack. All Rights Reserved.

Author of two book-length narrative poems, The Adventure and Happiness, both Story Line Press; the former reissued 2022 by Red Hen Press. Two collections of shorter poems A Poverty of Words, (Prolific Press, 2015) and Landscape With Mutant (Smokestack Books, UK, 2018). Pollack has appeared in Salmagundi, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Fish Anthology (Ireland), Magma (UK), Bateau, Fulcrum, Chiron Review, Chicago Quarterly Review, etc. Online, poems have appeared in Big Bridge, Hamilton Stone Review, BlazeVox, The New Hampshire Review, Mudlark, Rat’s Ass Review, Faircloth Review, Triggerfish, etc.

New Poem by Frederick Pollack
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