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KOLOS BOOKS

Against All Odds

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The name Kolos is an homage to my Hungarian family of nine artists, who were scattered after World War II to different corners of the world and, of necessity, modified their surname Kolozsvári to better fit their new countries. Kolos was the nickname my great-uncle was known by in Paris.

I'm in the process of curating their works I've been able to collect, and eventually plan to showcase them here.

Kolos Books is the imprint under which I self-publish. In a sense, I'm establishing myself as a creative member of my family — writing stories that explore depth of feeling, relationships with resonance, and time.

I was born and raised in Budapest, Hungary. I was twenty-three when I came to the United States, where nothing I knew about life applied. I didn't speak English at all and learned everything by the seat of my pants — language, culture, customs, ethics.

In Hungary, I was an interpreter and translator. In the US, there was no use for my skills, even with a UCLA degree in linguistics.

I became a furniture designer and maker. Together with my husband, I made custom furniture, participated in eleven juried and invitational shows, and sold our work in seventy-seven galleries internationally. We made it into the papers. Our work was becoming news.

Until the tides changed.

My father's illness prompted me to try to save him — and changed the course of my life.

I learned about nutrition, the body-mind-spirit connection, food as information, and healing from the bottom up and from the inside out. I became a Certified Nutritionist and named my clinic The Healer Within. I helped a lot of people. I loved the work.

Until the tides changed again.

Now I write.

Agnes K. Green

Agnes K. Green, writer

I write stories that explore love, trust, resilience, and the deep threads that bind us — which may surface only when ordinary life begins to fray.

My work spans fiction and nonfiction, but always begins in the same place: curiosity about what endures when we pass through a crucible of life. How that passage changes us. Who comes through enriched, and who fails to rise to the moment.

I've been a people-watcher all my life, and my twenty-five years as a nutritionist gave me deep insight into the inner worlds of others. The characters I create are not reflections of any single person, but mosaics — assembled from what fits together. The events that unfold are the natural consequence of who the characters are, and which fork they choose at the crossroads.

Billy and Barney

Billy and Barney

Billy loves his AI dog, Barney — until each new upgrade takes away something essential, and trust begins to fail.

Metamorphosis of Tristan and Yseult

We kissed the sword we laid between us,
turned and faced the darkness,
our senses searched the deepened shadows,
found and locked each other.

norhonorhonorhonorhonor —
drummed our hearts together,
we shall wake not as we were—
this none can cleave asunder

Step away from the hubbub for a few minutes and slip into my world. Once a month, I share selected excerpts from upcoming work, poems, reflections, and occasional updates. I'll notify you when new postings appear. Entry is free. You're welcome in the Reading Room whenever you wish to linger.

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