Little sister hails a cab
The first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
Read MoreThe first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
Read MoreGrand Haven, Michigan (2016) Ten years ago, I found myself along the western strand of Michigan for the first time, entering my freshman year…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2006, Kate Bowman-Johnston shares how a…
Read MoreWhen I first immigrated from England to southern Ontario, I felt as if I’d moved from a human-sized land to a land that needed…
Read MoreSunday after church: we tumble through the front door of Grandpa and Grandma’s house, kick off our Sunday shoes in a pile in the…
Read MoreBefore the sixth grade, my world was small. I lived in the same house and walked to our K-6 school, at the edge of…
Read MoreWe sight the mornings softly Take to them easy The scent of the wood and coffee Our cup is filling Outside the river flows…
Read MoreThe first time I got socked in the jaw it came as a total surprise. At 14 years old, I was already close to…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay, Denise Frame Harlan explores memories of her…
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay, Kathryn T. Jones recalls stories from her…
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