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…
mourning
Funeral for Jesus
byChildren gathered around the flowered bier and sang dirges. Burst, his mother cried to the silent God who called her to this. Hidden women…
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…
Healing our blindness
byAs I write, I’m sitting in my living room watching football on a Sunday evening. I just finished eating a meal made with organic…