Sleepwalking in Russia
When 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
Last pence spent riding Gatwick to shire, then on foot, haggard and tired. Three ragged miles, an hour in snow and storm along a…
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Stargazers
If it hadn’t been for a dog that refused to sleep in the house, I might have never given the stars a second glance….
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Ten recipes to make you grateful it’s winter
Editor’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…
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How to tell when it’s winter in a Michigan farmhouse
The years have a way of making technology lose its bluster. And so do the centuries. When our southern Michigan farmhouse was built, the…
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Shadows on Snow
“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…
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Indiana winter, take one
On the day it reached 13 degrees below zero, I decided to go for a walk. Our dog begged to go after weeks marooned…
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Gathering clouds
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…
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Winter Haiku
Snow-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….
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A sauna in every snowstorm
Editor’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…
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