On the San Saba
Old timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…
Read MoreOld timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…
Read MoreIt has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or…
Read MoreOn a fresh-washed April day 25 years ago, I sat in my car in the driveway before the brick country house that was to…
Read MoreIf gold has been prized because it is the most inert element, changeless and incorruptible, water is prized for the opposite reason—its fluidity, mobility,…
Read MoreGrand Rapids, Michigan (2013) This photograph was taken during a 100-year flood that occurred in Grand Rapids, Michigan in April of 2013. Heavy rainstorms…
Read MoreWater does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay, Karissa Knox Sorrell recalls the holiness of…
Read MoreDarkness appalls and light dazzles; the scrap of visible light that doesn’t hurt my eyes hurts my brain. What I see sets me swaying….
Read MoreWe gathered around the television as the news helicopter broadcast images of the Van Norman dam, damaged in the recent earthquake. Civil engineers were…
Read MoreI’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has…
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