A place to go
by“And in my mind I still need a place to go.” Neil Young I walked down a dirt road near my home today, a…
Essay
The gift of the fungi
byFor months now, apocalyptic anxiety has propelled me from my bed in the wee hours. Not doing enough! Hell in a handbasket! Time is…
Waiting for the rising
byEditor’s note: Due to server issues this week, our throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine, is being published on Friday. In this essay from…
A day more beautiful
byPhoto: Sorbie Farm, Salem, OH, Hanna Family Archives (circa 1958) It was a day, her uncle said, more beautiful than it had any right…
A stake in the ground
byThere is a stake in the ground just below the gully of willow trees, above the creek, in the back field of our farm…
Planting patience
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Amelia Rhodes plants seeds with her…
The island
byAs I dip my paddle into the still water and pull, the kayak slides forward in a fluid motion across the vibrant blue surface…
Suspicious origins
byI’ve sampled enough random plants in the woods to learn an important lesson: if it doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it. Just a small…
A playful revolution
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2011, Catherine Woodiwiss discovers how play can…
Wanna play?
by“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…