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