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I can read floors like others read books, the tile or terrazo or carpet speak volumes. How much foot traffic has trod past, if…
Read MoreI can read floors like others read books, the tile or terrazo or carpet speak volumes. How much foot traffic has trod past, if…
Read MoreI’m debating whether I can summon the energy to get out of bed between snippets of NPR on the clock radio. Through my bedroom…
Read MoreSunday after church: we tumble through the front door of Grandpa and Grandma’s house, kick off our Sunday shoes in a pile in the…
Read MoreMy mom says, “I want to start a blog of pictures of roadkill. Just pictures of roadkill, and that grimace they all have. I’ll…
Read MoreThe morning air is cold, and birds chatter as they warm up in light that filters into the garden from the east. Though I…
Read MoreEstelí, Nicaragua (2016) At 5:30 p.m., a woman walks home after a day of selling goods from her portable stand in the northern mountain…
Read MoreFor two years, my daily commute included the international border crossing from Ciudád Juarez to El Paso, Texas, and back. I was a U.S….
Read MoreEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay, Denise Frame Harlan explores memories of her…
Read MoreWerner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings, bending and vibrating over Zollverein, flying through forests, through…
Read MoreMatagalpa, Nicaragua A man uses a machete to cut designs into an old tire. After turning the tire inside out, he will shape it…
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