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Threads followed and obsessions engaged. The charting of the labyrinth.

Malak Mattar, Peaceful Reading (detail), 2021, acrylic on canvas

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An Epistle for Edenia

Essay by Vanessa Mártir
Dear Ma, I was in my early twenties when I told you I am a writer. You dug into the same bookcase you had in the living room since I was a kid (which still held the Compton’s Encyclopedia set you bought from a door-to-door salesman back in the mid-eighties) and took out a legal pad filled with your...

War Diary

Essay by Nahil Mohana Translated from the Arabic by Respond Crisis Translation
Day One – Saturday, October 7, 2023 Today I woke up to the sound of successive raids in the skies above Gaza. They were terrifying sounds, especially for those of us who live in the northern region of the Strip, traditionally the most dangerous area to live. Beyond Beit Lahia, Beit Hanoun, and the ...

Behold and Forbid Them Not: Notes of an Adoptee

“Open your eyes.” Christmas, 1991. My adoptive mother fiddled with the camera and tripod while I swiped uselessly at my bangs and tried not to blink. She straightened and glared at me. “Open your eyes. No, not like that. Look natural.” I didn’t tell her my eyes were already open. ~ As a transracia...

On Sticks, Straws, and Lanterns: Reading Radwa Ashour in an Egyptian Prison

I stood before the cell’s heater clutching the shambara. I enjoyed slicing things with it, the initial puncture followed by the glide into and through created clean symmetrical lines, much like it did to the top of the empty juice carton I was cutting. The shambara we used in Tora Maximum Security P...

Winter

Essay by Wiam El-Tamami
The people who have a first-hand understanding of authoritarianism and the people who cherish democratic freedoms most are people who have a history of being on the receiving end of political violence. There are many people in Germany today with that background. —Emily Dische-Becker, in conversatio...

All Things Considered

Essay by Rae Katz
I worked in business for ten years, and for part of it, I did sales. I did sales like a rat. I did sales like a slime worm begging for trash food. I was meek and embarrassed and acutely aware of the shittiness of me, taking up time in that other person’s day, trying to sell them something I wasn’t a...
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Dispatches from Ukraine

AGNI was founded in 1972 by a Ukrainian-American writer and a group of his fellow writers at Antioch College. During Askold Melnyczuk’s thirty years at the helm, he infused the magazine with an abiding commitment to the work of Ukrainian writers and translators. In response to the Russian invasion—and with Askold’s coordinating help—we published twenty-nine Ukrainian dispatches as we received them.

I accepted the folder politely but had no intention of spending what might be my final hours reading its contents. I was thinking, so this “literature” will tell me what goes on in the heart? As if I didn’t know!

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