Sleepwalking in Russia
byWhen I was nine years old, a dream led me to wander downstairs. I awoke, a sleep-crumpled bird in the nest corners of the…
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Black Sphere of Night Vision
byLast pence spent riding Gatwick to shire, then on foot, haggard and tired. Three ragged miles, an hour in snow and storm along a…
Stargazers
byIf it hadn’t been for a dog that refused to sleep in the house, I might have never given the stars a second glance….
Ten recipes to make you grateful it’s winter
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. Here, Rachel Stone offers some of her favorite recipes for…
How to tell when it’s winter in a Michigan farmhouse
byThe years have a way of making technology lose its bluster. And so do the centuries. When our southern Michigan farmhouse was built, the…
Shadows on Snow
by“There’s something about shadows on snow,” she told me. So I noticed too— midnight-blue shadows of winter-stripped branches printed on midday snow. When you…
Indiana winter, take one
byOn the day it reached 13 degrees below zero, I decided to go for a walk. Our dog begged to go after weeks marooned…
Gathering clouds
byFor 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…
Winter Haiku
bySnow-fog hides houses on the opposite shore. Faith insists they’re still there. * A perfect silence in the winter field—the sound of snow alighting….
A sauna in every snowstorm
byEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this piece, the author celebrates the eccentricities of her…