It began with one, then two more small boxes of fridge magnets, and three months of playing every day in a desire to invigorate my creative practice. There was no icebox aside from a vivid memory of Fisher Price plastic letters stuck to my childhood fridge. Instead, there was a metal sheet small enough to rest on my lap, and magnets and quiet and Instagram.
Icebox Poems
“If you’re not following lesleyanneevans…
you might want to. Her apocalyptic refrigerator poetry
is stunning.”
Susannah-Joy Schuilenberg
Lesley-Anne Evans 