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