Simon Henry Stein is a writer and composer whose work has recently appeared in or is forthcoming from Always Crashing, Electric Lit, and XRAY.
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Five Fragments from Pale Calendar
1.
the rules unravel
some old vermillion or burnt curtain
I was a light-tongued fortuneteller who would not
bleed as planned
by the throat
by the throat
now is the time for all young men
2.
are there still trees there, and meaning
not subject to spin
this is not the right concrete, and not stolen
come home, all is forgiven, in the hills
too few enemies to gather a light
3.
I always was awake is what you
could have presented as an explanation
or a gift
condensed to a hot white point
nothing is parallel or straight
any other embrace or salutation
all the forever
now all of the nights have names
some of them are named after you
4.
news reports from the unstudied distance, sentence
burning off like hazard
(vs. photogenic) kind of fog
not that childhood was newly furnished
mirrors glued face-down to the hardwood floor
and dancing
dancing is how minor ghosts lose their way
5.
some grim thespian at the other end
of that pointed finger
some kind of useful tunnel including math
there was dust, circuitry, waste, blustering
I used to believe in an abstract
forever / storms come late or not at all
slow does not mean quiet
gathering in means promising to be alive
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