The sound of roots
byI was in the kitchen, washing up the Sunday morning breakfast dishes in that frantic fog that rushes around young families attempting to get…
birth
Stepping stones
byEditor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
First Baby
byThe hospital felt like a tomb just after midnight, your body at home in my womb for the final time. In the bathroom, I…
Being Bethlehem
byI. O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet…
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byTucson, Arizona (2014) New birth of any kind does not come without pain and effort. It was a privilege to capture the painful journey…
We are mirrors born in labor
byI grew up knowing only one of my grandfathers. My father’s father worked in the laundry business—hot work with vapors rising even on a…