Borrowed roots
The trees in my neighborhood are squeezed into small dirt rectangles between brick sidewalks and asphalt roads. Their branches get routinely hacked off, and…
Read MoreThe trees in my neighborhood are squeezed into small dirt rectangles between brick sidewalks and asphalt roads. Their branches get routinely hacked off, and…
Read MoreTholen, Zeeland, The Netherlands (2017) First a little backstory: this spring I got to revisit Tholen, Zeeland, the town in the Netherlands where my…
Read MoreWe stood on a curb in Winnemucca in the dark, December 1980. Snow-pellets swirled in headlights and stung our faces and scudded down the…
Read MoreA version of this piece was previously published on TCK TOWN in 2017. Some people say home is where you come from. I disagree. I…
Read MoreThe leaves look sick, chartreuse as Grandma’s tumblers. For three glorious days we have seen no autumn colors but safety-yellow as we drive through…
Read MoreOur poetry editor Elisabeth continues to make her way there and back again on a cross-Atlantic sailing trip with an organization that specializes in…
Read MoreWe had hoped we might hear from our Topology poetry editor Elisabeth somehow on her cross-Atlantic sailing journey, despite the necessary limitations of communications,…
Read MoreWhen you travel, how do you best get to know a city? How do you get at its heart, unearthing the stories laying dormant…
Read MoreEditor’s Note: World Fare, a fair trade store that many Topology-connected folks are involved in in Three Rivers, Michigan, celebrated its tenth anniversary in…
Read MoreAll functions at borderline normal, the old heap keeps turning over although the needle is approaching big E. Man-killing Achilles hasn’t caught up with…
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