Hard at play
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…
Read MoreIt’s a Sunday morning in late spring. Our cat lounges in the sun by the open window, where the joyous prelude of bird chatter…
Read MoreThree Rivers, Michigan (March 2017) One of the reasons I love living in downtown Three Rivers is that I get to experience the pleasures…
Read MoreDock elongates winter cold, overwrought with broken shells, white and purple fragments, wood cake of seagull feathers, droppings. Lampposts extend to the clouds, like…
Read MoreWashington, 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…
Read More1. The maple measures out the space its buds will need for leaf and flowers pick colours from the charts laid out in the…
Read More“You are not welcome at the house because you abandoned the people who lived there.” There were a bunch of other words, but these…
Read MoreEditor’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…
Read MoreWithout showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Read MoreEditor’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…
Read MoreEditor’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…
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