Bridge over the Illinois
I’m driving on highway 29 in rural Illinois. This is the Midwest. When you travel here, you drive through corn and soybean fields. You…
Read MoreI’m driving on highway 29 in rural Illinois. This is the Midwest. When you travel here, you drive through corn and soybean fields. You…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, an author who is active…
Read MoreSunrises in Uganda happen suddenly. On the equator, dawn is dark, turning pink at the eastern corners at the sky at 6:00, 6:30. Then…
Read MoreThe slap-crack of skateboards hitting cement punctuates the air. The town park vibrates with laughter, conversation, dog yelps, honking horns. Overhead, dark clouds roll,…
Read MoreFar to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked— elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: —we encounter them…
Read MoreMixed Media and Acrylic (2014) Being a self-taught artist, the idea of drawing the human body always has intimidated me. However, I used figures…
Read MoreAs I write, I’m sitting in my living room watching football on a Sunday evening. I just finished eating a meal made with organic…
Read MoreEditor’s Note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. This essay, published in 2011, has always stuck with me….
Read Morelive in The Land Between. It is a place that is neither Canadian Shield, nor St. Lawrence lowlands. It is a place where two…
Read MoreI was bumping through the desert my knees to my chin in the passenger seat of a VW bug. Early December in southern Mexico….
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