Memory Song
byWithout showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
memory
Tom McEnroe’s Last Sabbath
byThe Sabbath had its special place in his Irish heart A man of very few words & an early riser… Never late for church,…
No apologies
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2011, Deborah Lewis recounts how she’s…
Tears come
byThe tears start at the back of the eye. I suppress all thoughts of death and blink several times. They retreat. I press my…
The Death Idol
byThe moon cannot, it has no mercy for the drowned names. But someone will remember, yes? The generations exchanging hands. Only the joys of…
Country roads, take me home
byI kick back the blankets and willingly rise at 7:00. It’s Saturday morning in early October, and Dad’s driving into town. He does this…
Memories of Main Street
byMy Saturday takes me round-trip. I start the morning with a volunteer shift in the downtown fair trade store my husband and I helped…
Dresses of them
byLast October a weekend away unraveled into seven days of limbo. I was thankful that the vintage black dress with gold buttons, which I…
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…
Grace-pitality
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2008, Katie Hoogendam shares how a…