The violence of frenzy
byI remember the story through the umbilical link between our memories. “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” my mom used to tell people…
I remember the story through the umbilical link between our memories. “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” my mom used to tell people…
I was in the kitchen, washing up the Sunday morning breakfast dishes in that frantic fog that rushes around young families attempting to get…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
The trees in my neighborhood are squeezed into small dirt rectangles between brick sidewalks and asphalt roads. Their branches get routinely hacked off, and…
The sturdy roots of a giant oak were snapped by stormy winds before its trunk keeled over behind our cabin in the snow. No…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2007, Chris Fuller reflects on his nautical…