Dear Friends of Interfictions, With your support, we have run a marvelous magazine for three years. At this point, Interfictions needs to take a break to allow the Interstitial Arts Foundation to figure out how to best support us. Our…
Issue 6
fiction
A Primer on SeparationDebbie Urbanski
For C. These are the notes I wish I had when I had you. Abandonment If you wish to abandon your child in the woods, even if temporarily and in fair weather, such as on a particular sunny afternoon in…
poetry
glass wombLisa Bradley
i. In the jar the twins float, each the other’s anchor to a world they’ll never see. From one angle: a comforting embrace, heads curled to one another’s necks. From another: an assault, eyes screwed shut, gums hungry. ii. My…
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Shimmering, Warm, and BrightShveta Thakrar
for Jennifer Walkup apricity, n.: the warmth of the sun in winter Tejal peered out the window at Marseille. The day was gray, a rarity for the normally sunny city. Not the reassuring gray of an old sweater or…
poetry
Answering Crow’s CallAlina Rios
There is a patch of clover in my back garden. If I stand in it at night, I can hear a crow calling my name. It calls my true name, not the name I answer to during the day. In…
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PsychopompIndrapramit Das
I look up at the godhead. The sand is white around my bare feet, a damp seal. There is no horizon. Where the sea should fall away into the distance, it curves up instead. A towering tidal wave so high…
Arts
Assemble
Modern Spin|Ancient Celebrationtheatre dybbuk
In this piece, Los Angeles-based company theatre dybbuk (www.theatredybbuk.org/), in collaboration with the Center for Jewish Culture, Leichtag Foundation, and the New School of Architecture and Design, creates a unique theatre/dance/architecture work, which aligns with the Festival of Sukkot and…
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Kingdom by the SeaAmy Parker
I’m having a time. Love. Dolly Her Christian name being Dolores, her infant tongue could make nothing more explicit than Dodo. Dodo, she called herself, and then later, Dolly, and later still, there were other names. At home she was…
nonfiction
War BondMatthew Jakubowski
An experimental review of War, So Much War by Mercè Rodoreda Translated from the Catalan by Maruxa Relaño and Martha Tennent Open Letter Books, November 2015 The critic’s father had been dead a little more than four years. As…
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Some Approaches to Lesbian Historical FictionLauren Naturale
Looking about the shelves for books that are not there, you suggest a supplement to history. History’s queer enough already, isn’t it? Unreal. Lop-sided. You speculate, provide an example, and discover you’re spinning a romance. Speculation must always be romance,…
poetry
The Furies of Mad MaxUche Ogbuji
She does not exist
But to staff torment
She is vengeful earth
Unsleeping with foment,
Infernal glass eyes:
poetry
Five GhazalsHasan Sijzi
translated by Rebecca Gould
Friends, today in my head, desire is something else.
The flower of hope smells for me of another’s loyalty.
I have found another light in the morning breeze.
In the dawn of truthful appearances, the breeze is something else.
poetry
Old GhostsNneoma Ike-Njoku
Old ghosts, who do not mock songs of rot-shod Sokoto droughts, long softly, lost, to lock moss on cold rock, on cold bogs to fox-trot, to toss hollow sobs on robots tomorrow, to hot-hop, to drown shock-floods of Opobo ‘’hotdogs’’,…
poetry
Perhaps, perhapsSaudamini Deo
Tonight, suddenly, Saul Leiter. Then, you. I remembered the night when in my dream, I misspelt Saul as Seul. Lonely, alone. Single. Only. In another vertical dream, a man walked into my bedroom with a pink umbrella but he had…
fiction
I Just Think It Will Happen, SoonRebecca Campbell
Nela’s Dad started the thought. “So they’re calling you Twens? I read an article in The Atlantic about how you’re a generation without a future—” “—No, they can’t conceive the future, linguistically, that was the point—” her mother, correcting. “—okay,…
nonfiction
Translating Gender: Ancillary Justice in Five Languages Alex Dally MacFarlane
In Ann Leckie’s novel Ancillary Justice (Orbit Books: 2013), the imperial Radch rules over much of human-inhabited space. Its culture – and its language – does not identify people on the basis of their gender: it is irrelevant to them.…