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Triage for a Pre-Op Transsexual  by ZACH BUSCHER

15 October 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry

You croon like Johnny, and you look like June.

To hear your thrilling trill, to take my stress

for one more song, shy son, I'll trade the moon,

your husky voice is best, I do confess.

To the Same  by JOHN MILTON

8 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, classic

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,

   To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

   Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;

   Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,

   Or man, or woman.