Poetry — Issue One
Chronophobia
I have an appointment in the past
that I can neither keep nor avoid.
I return & never go back, destroyed.
I let it all go, & hold to it fast.
that I can neither keep nor avoid.
I return & never go back, destroyed.
I let it all go, & hold to it fast.
It seems I can neither keep nor avoid
the weather on this day, in this mind.
I let it all go, & hold to it fast.
Sometimes, pace Freud, a sign is just a sign.
the weather on this day, in this mind.
I let it all go, & hold to it fast.
Sometimes, pace Freud, a sign is just a sign.
The weather on that day is on my mind.
The quality of the light, going gray.
Sometimes it seems a sign is just a sign:
the meaning so close, & so far away.
The quality of the light, going gray.
Sometimes it seems a sign is just a sign:
the meaning so close, & so far away.
The quality of the light, going gray.
The decline of dusk, the descent of dawn.
The meaning seems close—I am far away.
How is it that the end goes on & on?
The decline of dusk, the descent of dawn.
The meaning seems close—I am far away.
How is it that the end goes on & on?
The moment is never there, never not.
I have an appointment in the past.
I wave from a window inside a thought.
I return; I never go back; I’m destroyed.
I have an appointment in the past.
I wave from a window inside a thought.
I return; I never go back; I’m destroyed.
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Gregory Crosby is the author of Said No One Ever (2021, Brooklyn Arts Press) and Walking Away From Explosions in Slow Motion (2018, The Operating System). He is currently the poetry editor for the online journal Bowery Gothic.
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