The Ungovernable
One thing I’m not doing in my poems: reporting on anything that really happened. When I say I’m from New York, Glaswegians say, “Oh,…
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The JC Penney Advertisment
shouts 4-Hour Doorbusters in headliner arrogance above the full-color page of bras jutting out at any middle-aged onlooker unaware of ironic intent. My six-year-old daughter…
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Muscle and bone
I was sitting at the kitchen table on a rare lazy Saturday morning—no swimming lessons, no birthday parties, no sleepovers. My wife was still…
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The labor that bore me
I have birthed four children. Any mother will tell you that birth is a labor of love and insist that the memory of the…
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Nashville
The slap-crack of skateboards hitting cement punctuates the air. The town park vibrates with laughter, conversation, dog yelps, honking horns. Overhead, dark clouds roll,…
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Rich mom, poor mom—all in one
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2006, Amy Carpenter Leugs examines the…
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