Three Poems — Aubri Kaufman Sunday’s Desire Path “I’ve come to understand...

I can’t pinpoint the onset of my giant underwater statue phobia, but I suspect it crystallized ten years ago, around the first time I saw a photo of a massive Jesus submerged somewhere in Key Largo. C...

“Eight of swords.” I can’t tell if the dealer recognizes the unlikelihood of the pull. It keeps happening. Over, and over, and over. Eight of swords, eight of swords, eight of swords.  A woman, bound ...

“Eight of swords.” I can’t tell if the dealer recognizes the unlikelihood of the pull. It keeps happening. Over, and over, and over. Eight of swords, eight of swords, eight of swords.  A woman, bound ...

I can purchase words by category: The Human Body, Sexology, Expressions.

By Aubri Kaufman Every time my three-year-old falls down, he tells me he “crumpled,” like, “I crumpled, mama,” and I hold back a laugh because I’m not sure where he learned the word. From me, I suppos...

By Ryan-Ashley Anderson and Kevin Maloney

She felt too dangerous, like a lit cable seizing on the ground, shooting sparks at anyone who was stupid enough to get close.

Daniel Miller The man born with a Rubik’s Cube for a head has a headache. I know this because he tells me. We are sitting on my couch and the basketball game is on, but not so loud as to further ca…

CollaborationAt our minty liquid core, Icebreakers is about fostering connection within the lit community. As such, general and themed submissions should be the work of two or more authors / artists (...

Tell me something not true