
Gravity and grace in counterpoise. In the essays, poems, and stories that inhabit AGNI 101, the inescapable world finds its match in soaring gestures of imagination.
The Magistrar
Adapting Saw-Like Feather Fronds
The Everlasting Universe of Things
there in the torpor
Bone-Tongued
Details of a War: Gaza, October 2024 - February 2025
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Placenta-Book: On Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

Afterlives: An AGNI Portfolio of Asian Adoptee Diaspora Writing
An efflorescence from 2023. “Nimble, protean, an adoptee has an awareness and creativity that converse with constellations, dimensions, manifold possibilities unbound by known origins and sources.”
From AGNI 101
The Wolf
Rats
Florence, now a bird
After Antonio Machado
What has changed? How can we tell the difference? Simple: turn out the lights, put the iPhone aside, step far into the night, and look up: how strange it feels, the ancient Other!
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Ledia Xhoga’s Misinterpretation: A Guide to the Intimacy of Language and Translation
Ledia Xhoga’s debut novel, Misinterpretation, follows an unnamed Albanian woman adrift in present-day New York City, a translator and interpreter plagued by an unshakable feeling of alienation.
Topographies of the Silk Roads
I read Seamus Heaney’s North as a university student in 1997. At the time, there had been a number of failed ceasefires between the republican and loyalist paramilitaries in Northern Ireland, and the Good Friday agreement was not yet in sight. In North, Heaney finds a way through sectarian violence in a stunning series of poems centered on Northern Europe’s bog bodies...
Love the Animals
At his Basilica, the ivory horn
St. Francis used to call people to prayer
rather than dogs to hunt small creatures
hangs in a glass box, gift of a Muslim sultan,
a wooden cylinder later strung with chains
& used to beat disciples to attention.
On Translation, Bilingualism, and Squid Game
I was almost two, and it was altogether a more innocent time, when my family immigrated from Kyiv to Chicago. Reagan was the president-elect, and Disco Demolition Night in Comiskey Park only a few months in the rearview. In those days, my babblings came out in Russian, but, within a few short years...
Do Not Despair: On Marie Howe’s New and Selected Poems
We were sitting around the kitchen table in the Birkerts-Focht apartment on Magnolia Street in Cambridge, discussing the work of our contemporaries. Someone quoted Yeats: “I don’t know which of us will succeed, but one thing I know for certain: there are too many of us.” It was the eighties...