Summer’s lease
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…
Editor’s Note: We at Topology are currently on our annual publishing break. In the meantime, enjoy this bonus essay on the July theme of…
“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 2012, Hannah Thyberg recalls a day…
The summer I turned 16 was the summer of Sgt. Pepper, and I took a job as a zoo guide at Jungle Larry’s Safari…
I demanded that my mother take me back to the park with three swimming pools. Summer was so much hotter then. At night fans cooled us…
Three Rivers, Michigan (September 2015) Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the carpet and ran up the worn wood of the desk. I could feel…
Mixed media with fiber, textile, hand-stitched batik cloth, beads, hand-made or found objects.
Location: Godfrey, Illinois
For several years, my 90-year-old mother has dreaded the approach of winter. She lives in wool sweaters, pockets stuffed with tissues. She wraps in…