We’ve got great work up on the main AGNI website—an essay by Shena McAuliffe, and poetry by Bruce Smith and Marta Balcewicz. Check it all out!
“It happened on a Saturday night. A guy in a ski mask burst into the shop, but the owner was quick and shot him lickety-split. The robber crumpled on the front steps. The owner sat next to him and pulled him onto his lap, and the man died there, lying across Mercurio’s lap like Jesus in the Pietà.”
from the essay “Pietà: Richmond, Indiana” by Shena McAuliffe
“Events bent me.
I took the arrow of accuracy in my eye. ”
from the poem “Concussion Protocol” by Bruce Smith
“My mother’s apartment
is the size of a chessboard
she sleeps with a rook and a Gypsy.”
from the poem “Natasha Writes Back” by Marta Balcewicz