Wanna play?
by“Wanna play?” That was a standard greeting between my neighbor, Julie and me. If it were summer in the Midwestern suburb where we grew…
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Inevitable
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2004, Wm. Anthony Connolly reflects on death…
All in the neighborhood
byBecause the stranger knocking at our front door didn’t look like a Jehovah’s Witness or a candidate for political office, I opened the door…
The price of mangoes
byThere is a sprawling mango tree that looms over my backyard, but it belongs to my neighbor. Every January, it sprouts clusters of tiny…