Wanna play?
“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…
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H.G. Who?
“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….
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Hard at play
It’s a Sunday morning in late spring. Our cat lounges in the sun by the open window, where the joyous prelude of bird chatter…
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The politics of bearing witness
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2011, Brett Beasley takes us back…
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What we need
The morning air is cold, and birds chatter as they warm up in light that filters into the garden from the east. Though I…
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Healing our blindness
As I write, I’m sitting in my living room watching football on a Sunday evening. I just finished eating a meal made with organic…
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Imagining community in story and soil
Editor’s note: A portion of this essay was originally published in Geez Magazine, issue 34. Photos from “Conquest of the Land Through Seven Thousand Years,” W.C….
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