Bridge over the Illinois
byI’m driving on highway 29 in rural Illinois. This is the Midwest. When you travel here, you drive through corn and soybean fields. You…
healing
Sweeping abusers under the bridge
byEditor’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…
Holy Week in Uganda
bySunrises 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…
Nashville
byThe slap-crack of skateboards hitting cement punctuates the air. The town park vibrates with laughter, conversation, dog yelps, honking horns. Overhead, dark clouds roll,…
Well-trodden paths
byFar to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked— elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: —we encounter them…
Body Reborn
byMixed Media and Acrylic (2014) Being a self-taught artist, the idea of drawing the human body always has intimidated me. However, I used figures…
Healing our blindness
byAs I write, I’m sitting in my living room watching football on a Sunday evening. I just finished eating a meal made with organic…
Stigma
byEditor’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….
The land between
bylive in The Land Between. It is a place that is neither Canadian Shield, nor St. Lawrence lowlands. It is a place where two…
Close to Lupe
byI was bumping through the desert my knees to my chin in the passenger seat of a VW bug. Early December in southern Mexico….