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C.N.P Poetry 

  • Writer's pictureCathexis Northwest Press


By: Frederick Pollack

At last I turned it around

to face the window. Such wealth!

Paired neighbor trees, all trunk –

they were here before the neighborhood –

conversing, why not,

about conditions, their and human doom

as a function of entropy.

Middle-distance duplexes, a childhood

memory: not understanding

work and commutes, I thought

a darkened window meant someone was hiding.

Sky and clouds wishing

there were only one flag –

a bicolor, no irrelevance of blood –

everywhere beneath them.

It wasn’t long before

I returned to the other view:

a corner of the room

above the black television,

faint transient bars of light, the walls one

of the innumerable shades

of beige one chooses.


Author of two book-length narrative poems, THE ADVENTURE and HAPPINESS (Story Line Press; the former to be reissued by Red Hen Press), and two collections, A POVERTY OF WORDS (Prolific Press, 2015) and LANDSCAPE WITH MUTANT (Smokestack Books, UK, 2018). Many other poems in print and online journals. Poetics: neither navelgazing mainstream nor academic pseudo-avant-garde.


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