Oral History
byGun shots against the low-slung sky though it is no season for hunting. Or perhaps it was firecrackers, not fourth of July; someone always…
memory
Always unpacking: The Prelinger Library as Twenty-First Century archive
byI am unpacking my library. Yes, I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of…
Gathering clouds
byFor several years, my 90-year-old mother has dreaded the approach of winter. She lives in wool sweaters, pockets stuffed with tissues. She wraps in…
A river gone wild in the city
bye live in two worlds, writes Minnesota poet Tom Hennen. The first includes “airplanes and power plants, all the machinery that surrounds us, the…
My boy will know
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this poetic essay, Chris Smit riffs on a theme…
Loser
byor the inaugural issue of Topology Magazine, our editorial board thought it would be fitting to set the tone with a consideration of various…
On the road again
byYou pass through places, and places they pass through you, But you carry ‘em with you on the soles of your travelin’ shoes. The Be…
Time’s Trash Gyre
byWork the land long enough, and you become aware of the kelp-like waves of crops advancing and retreating across the face of the earth….