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   Volume VI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
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   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I


Find #14

Dome Bulfaro


I add together the macro-organism of boundless generations

composed of bipeds running from quick-counted strides.

You notice our appearance, how much we

of the frenetic and imperceptible rhythm of cells

are handed down primordial stories and songs.

Thus they narrate and sing inside me: bones of all men

as in her, the stars of all women. Certainly


perhaps we never penetrate, perhaps breast and vagina are

points of departure too distant from the penis

but the virilism of epochs and the feminism of years

are past, the golden playthings for proles.

Here and now it seems we can never share them equally:

equal possibility to increase explorers, together

as woman-man, different mysteries of the infinite Human Being.


Trans. Christopher Arigo


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