How to cut wood from a fallen tree
byThe sturdy roots of a giant oak were snapped by stormy winds before its trunk keeled over behind our cabin in the snow. No…
The sturdy roots of a giant oak were snapped by stormy winds before its trunk keeled over behind our cabin in the snow. No…
We stop at Biscuit World on the way home from my father’s funeral. Leave the flatlands of North Carolina, cross the border into the…
As a garbage man, I probably know more about the people on my route than their pastor does. John Marboe This delightful StoryCorps piece…
As a child, I can’t say I enjoyed going to church much. I was a busy little boy, always yearning to be on my…
The tears start at the back of the eye. I suppress all thoughts of death and blink several times. They retreat. I press my…
I kick back the blankets and willingly rise at 7:00. It’s Saturday morning in early October, and Dad’s driving into town. He does this…
Berlin, Ohio (Photographer Unknown) My first response to this photo was thinking about its simplicity. There’s a certain spare quality in this simple picture…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this poetic essay, Chris Smit riffs on a theme…