Little sister hails a cab
byThe first story I remember hearing about my Aunt Ruth was from the childhood she shared with my mother. “She used to take a…
memory
Repatriation
byGrand Haven, Michigan (2016) Ten years ago, I found myself along the western strand of Michigan for the first time, entering my freshman year…
The sound of transition
byEditor’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…
The long way home
byWhen 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…
Give us this day
bySunday after church: we tumble through the front door of Grandpa and Grandma’s house, kick off our Sunday shoes in a pile in the…
The Seashore
byBefore the sixth grade, my world was small. I lived in the same house and walked to our K-6 school, at the edge of…
The ways of water
byWe sight the mornings softly Take to them easy The scent of the wood and coffee Our cup is filling Outside the river flows…
Taking it on the chin
byThe first time I got socked in the jaw it came as a total surprise. At 14 years old, I was already close to…
Femininity and The Big-Boned Gal
byEditor’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…
Sense memory
byEditor’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…