Hard at play
byIt’s a Sunday morning in late spring. Our cat lounges in the sun by the open window, where the joyous prelude of bird chatter…
It’s a Sunday morning in late spring. Our cat lounges in the sun by the open window, where the joyous prelude of bird chatter…
Three Rivers, Michigan (March 2017) One of the reasons I love living in downtown Three Rivers is that I get to experience the pleasures…
Dock elongates winter cold, overwrought with broken shells, white and purple fragments, wood cake of seagull feathers, droppings. Lampposts extend to the clouds, like…
Washington, D.C. A doe and fawn in our driveway— Two fox cubs play in the yard. A pair of red-tailed hawks patrol the ravine…
1. The maple measures out the space its buds will need for leaf and flowers pick colours from the charts laid out in the…
“You are not welcome at the house because you abandoned the people who lived there.” There were a bunch of other words, but these…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2004, Amy Carpenter-Leugs reflects on the notion…
Without showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Hannah Thyberg recalls a day…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2009, Josh Maclvor-Anderson shares a tale…