Memory Song
Without showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Read MoreWithout showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Read MoreThe Sabbath had its special place in his Irish heart A man of very few words & an early riser… Never late for church,…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2011, Deborah Lewis recounts how she’s…
Read MoreThe tears start at the back of the eye. I suppress all thoughts of death and blink several times. They retreat. I press my…
Read MoreThe moon cannot, it has no mercy for the drowned names. But someone will remember, yes? The generations exchanging hands. Only the joys of…
Read MoreI kick back the blankets and willingly rise at 7:00. It’s Saturday morning in early October, and Dad’s driving into town. He does this…
Read MoreMy Saturday takes me round-trip. I start the morning with a volunteer shift in the downtown fair trade store my husband and I helped…
Read MoreLast October a weekend away unraveled into seven days of limbo. I was thankful that the vintage black dress with gold buttons, which I…
Read MoreSunrises in Uganda happen suddenly. On the equator, dawn is dark, turning pink at the eastern corners at the sky at 6:00, 6:30. Then…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2008, Katie Hoogendam shares how a…
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