Orange silk
A splash of brilliant orange between many layers. A green dress, moth-eaten, in which she had once danced with her uniformed father amidst the…
Read MoreA splash of brilliant orange between many layers. A green dress, moth-eaten, in which she had once danced with her uniformed father amidst the…
Read MoreI come here sometimes just to be in the presence of such ancient beings. The sides of the boulder are festooned with Umbilicaria americana in…
Read MoreOutside in the sun I awoke startled at how bright yellow finches are able to scatter so freely.
Read MoreOur skills and works are but tiny reflections of the wild world that is innately and loosely orderly. There is nothing like stepping away…
Read More“You are not welcome at the house because you abandoned the people who lived there.” There were a bunch of other words, but these…
Read MoreWe find some ease and comfort in our house, by the hearth, and on the paths nearby. We find there too the tedium of…
Read MoreThree Rivers, Michigan (March 2017) In the thirteen years I’ve lived in Three Rivers, I’ve watched this mural on the Pealer Street Bridge progressively…
Read MoreA powerful class of itinerant professional vandals is now pillaging the country and laying it waste. Their vandalism is not called by that name…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2004, Amy Carpenter-Leugs reflects on the notion…
Read MoreNow listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you. Your wealth has rotted, and moths have…
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