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Saint Leonard of Noblac, d. 559,
With your codex skin
And shark-meat ass, you are here
Floating in the cold air like blood
~from "Annunciation, Part III"
by Talin Tahajian
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In the beginning there must have been a word, though what it was I can’t recall. An introduction. Some pleasantry, banal.
~from "If Knowledge Is a Splintering"
by Mairead Small Staid
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There are guards anywhere that people, money, or information cross over from one realm to another: tourist to native, city to country, conversation to dissent, official economy to black market.
~from "Havana City Limits"
by Joel Brouwer
AGNI 64
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no, we’re not ready for this kind of thing, are we? Artificial diamonds, fine.
A meat made of vegetables? Preach. But soon our conversations will end
with “Call me old-fashioned, but . . .
~from "The Rapture is Happening Slowly, One at a Time, to Everyone"
by Jeff Whitney
By the time middle schools finally resumed classes, three years of complete freedom had turned my cohort—who’d last sat in a fourth-grade classroom—into a herd of wild things.
~from "In Which No Sex Takes Place"
by Xujun Eberlein
AGNI 88
Benjamin Voigt's mini essay "Disappearing Messages” is the latest addition to our Minneapolis 2026 scroll, “The Border Moves Through Us." Read it here 👇
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Two cannibals are eating a clown;
one turns to the other and asks—
“Does this taste funny to you?”
~from "Explaining the Joke"
By Campbell McGrath
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I’m reading Anne Carson again. I didn’t know what else to do; a former lover recently took his life, in a way that my mind keeps replaying, on a secluded beach in Hawaii.
~from '“Immortality on Their Faces”: The Persistence of Autobiography of Red'
by Greg Wrenn
AGNI Online
Saint Leonard of Noblac, d. 559, With your codex skin And shark-meat ass, you are here Floating in the cold air like blood, you are Trapped in the nib of my pen, In the most elaborate teapot In the…
In the beginning there must have been a word, though what it was I can’t recall. An introduction. Some pleasantry, banal. In the beginning was a word—and then another, and another. We talked and…
We look for writing that catches experience before the crusts of habit form—poetry and prose that resist ideas about what a certain kind of writing “should do.” We seek out writers who tell their…
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There is only one entrance to the lush grounds of the historic Hotel Nacional de Cuba, in Havana’s Vedado district, and a uniformed guard is posted there at all times. Which is not surprising, since…
1. By the time middle schools finally resumed classes, three years of complete freedom had turned my cohort—who’d last sat in a fourth-grade classroom—into a herd of wild things. There was never a…
To plan a route to pick up my child from school, I check iceout.org for a map of recent ICE sightings. They’ve multiplied in recent days, with the Federal occupation surging to 3,000 agents in…
Two cannibals are eating a clown; one turns to the other and asks— “Does this taste funny to you?” 1. When I told the clown joke to Nelson, he said, “The scary part is, how do they know he’s a clown,…
We look for writing that catches experience before the crusts of habit form—poetry and prose that resist ideas about what a certain kind of writing “should do.” We seek out writers who tell their…
An artist’s life is an unconventional life….It appears to rebel but in reality it is an inspired way of life. —Agnes Martin, “Advice to Young Artists” I’m reading Anne Carson again. I didn’t know…
