Craig Evenson
Without the thrashing snake
it is till:
a cross, i,
a pair of trainless rails
a vacant trail
an empty aisle
and empty i’ll.
Still, till
does not become
still till
after the thrashing snake.
Detaching the snake and cross
leaves those of Christian tilt
mortally ill.
Craig Evenson is a school teacher. His poems have appeared most recently in such magazines as Barrow Street, West Trade Review, and The Louisville Review. He lives in Minnesota with two dogs, two cats, a small flock of parrots, and one woman.
Issue 14 | Spring 2017
There Are No More Secrets On Planet Earth
A Woman Writes the Unicorn Butterfly
While waiting for the hardscaper’s estimate
Last Summer I Had Sex With A Hair Stylist Named Lori Once or Twice A Week
II. Mephistopheles’ Complaint (78)
IV. A “Counter-Wish” Dream (151)
Real People and Some Cartoons Too