Welcome to the third issue of Interfictions: A Journal of Interstitial Arts, an extension of the Interfictions anthology series published in conjunction between the Interstitial Arts Foundation and Small Beer Press. As writers and editors with one foot in the academic world and…
Issue 3
fiction
The Madwoman of Igbobi Hospital Tade Thompson
I. When my father was about to die he told me about a ghost he had seen. II. My father was a good man in a general sense, but he was restless and knew nothing about parenting. Long stretches of…
poetry
Double Business Sonya Taaffe
How many of our mirrors are the dead, casting back from the graveside what we practiced on them in life? Guilt gnaws in the ear like henbane, the green ache of a long-knit wound still sullen to the touch as…
nonfiction
Immersive Journey: Jeff VanderMeer and Jeremy Zerfoss on WonderbookSofia Samatar
Wonderbook: The Illustrated Guide to Creating Imaginative Fiction is a unique and very interstitial writing guide that uses original images and visual exercises to educate and inspire. The book won the 2014 British Science Fiction Association Award for Best Non-Fiction,…
fiction
Circa Richard Butner
An email, from Virginia to Robert: “They’re tearing the house down next Monday.” He closed the file he was working on and called her on the phone. “Hey, Ginny.” “Hey, Bobby. What are you doing this weekend?” “This is Whitemantle…
poetry
AI Winter Sridala Swami
In these last and terrible days there’s still a kind of perfection in choosing the moment of one’s death. Drona hears your name spoken and detaches himself from his body. From this moment on, he is pure intelligence. You call…
nonfiction
Parallels and Transitions Inda Lauryn
The exact definition of neo-soul may not be clear, but one thing is: Alicia Keys is not neo-soul. Neo-soul, a loosely-defined subgenre of R&B that arose in the 1990s, has very conscious roots in funk and soul, as well as…
fiction
The EtiquetteS. Craig Renfroe Jr.
There are seventeen parties a year. This is number fifteen. There are two left. There are seventeen parties a year. And there are only two left. You’ve gone to fifteen parties, and no one has talked to you. Except for…
poetry
Hypothesis Between Your RibsMary Alexandra Agner
Doting father who undermined scientific thought with the idea of slow change in a fast world, would he have given his eldest daughter a hand lens or a dance card when she came of age? Annie Darwin died young and…
nonfiction
Life Is Not a Shoujo MangaIsabel Yap
Though if it were, things would appear brighter, at first glance. For instance: you would be that girl who is very smart and very pretty and never has to shave her legs because body hair is too fine a detail…
fiction
To Hold the MirrorKat Howard
“It seems alive.” These words, uttered in a tone of awe, were the ones most often said when someone saw her work. But the automatist knew that what she did was a counterfeit of life, not a creation of it.…
poetry
LeftmentMatt Jones
QuoVadis met the light at seventeen after rolling his truck into a drainage ditch. Shards of teeth and chipped glass scattered around him, all soaking up the same amount of light. The pull of beer through his veins and leak…
nonfiction
Aerial Acrobatics and Gender Reassignment Surgery — A How-To GuideMark Craddock
Aerial Acrobatics[1] and Gender Reassignment Surgery[2] – A How-To Guide The barrel roll is a combination of roll, pitch and yaw. The aircraft describes a horizontal spiral through the sky… To enter the barrel roll, we start with the…
fiction
What is LostSu-Yee Lin
I. Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre The bear stumbles around the clearing, growling and trying to shake off the man clinging to his back. It had all started out as a prank. But he had fallen into the pen, enraged…
poetry
Tainted Margins ISaudamini Deo
Years ago, a woman stood in front of me and read out Manto. Siyah Hashiye shouldn’t be translated as Black Borders, she said. Tainted Margins. Another woman, years later, looked plainly at me and asked if people still slept on…