Stepping stones
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Read MoreEditor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
Read More“And in my mind I still need a place to go.” Neil Young I walked down a dirt road near my home today, a…
Read MoreThere is a stake in the ground just below the gully of willow trees, above the creek, in the back field of our farm…
Read MoreMy two best friends growing up were brothers who lived three houses away from me. Tim was in my grade and Joe was two…
Read MoreHer eyes blur the fields. She shrinks to a seed, forgets to speak, forgets to say how footprints till the layers of her brain,…
Read MoreThe rain drove everyone inside just me on deck at midnight watching glowing clouds obscure the city ringed by mountains …………………………………………………….sea and lightning moccasins…
Read MoreTwenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
Read MoreEditor’s Note: The following is an excerpt from the collection of short stories What She Was Saying by Marjorie Maddox (Fomite, 2017). I. Before…
Read MoreA splash of brilliant orange between many layers. A green dress, moth-eaten, in which she had once danced with her uniformed father amidst the…
Read More“You are not welcome at the house because you abandoned the people who lived there.” There were a bunch of other words, but these…
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