Between States
byTwenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
Twenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
(in memory of Orlando, June 12, 2016) The ghost of childhood winters chills the summer heat, skipping across the field behind Bingham Elementary, stopping…
Three Rivers, Michigan (March 2017) On the other side of the bridge from the historic timeline mural where a lone Indian gazes longingly into…
1. The maple measures out the space its buds will need for leaf and flowers pick colours from the charts laid out in the…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Sylvia Keesmaat explores the value of…
Without showing, the time is wearing out. Frail paper flowers bloom and wither and time is in the heart of us all. Frail paper…
Every Saturday, I was exiled to the old country, serving time amidst plastic-covered furniture, buttocks sticking and pulling free, glooming in my grandparents’ grey…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Brett Beasley explores what he’s…
Editor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2012, Karissa Knox Sorrell reflects on…
We are blessed with beautiful and functional architecture here at St. Gregory’s Abbey, and we are grateful to our supporters around the world who…