Orange silk
byA splash of brilliant orange between many layers. A green dress, moth-eaten, in which she had once danced with her uniformed father amidst the…
Hear our anguish
by the daily asteriskI come here sometimes just to be in the presence of such ancient beings. The sides of the boulder are festooned with Umbilicaria americana in…
Hearing My Neighbor’s Gun Practice
by Randy SmitOutside in the sun I awoke startled at how bright yellow finches are able to scatter so freely.
Sense of coming home
by the daily asteriskOur skills and works are but tiny reflections of the wild world that is innately and loosely orderly. There is nothing like stepping away…
Loon egg: Memory of a place
by Aline Lindemann“You are not welcome at the house because you abandoned the people who lived there.” There were a bunch of other words, but these…
Life and matter at play
by the daily asteriskWe find some ease and comfort in our house, by the hearth, and on the paths nearby. We find there too the tedium of…
Rocky River Series: Mural
by Kirstin Vander Giessen-ReitsmaThree Rivers, Michigan (March 2017) In the thirteen years I’ve lived in Three Rivers, I’ve watched this mural on the Pealer Street Bridge progressively…
No local allegiances
by the daily asteriskA powerful class of itinerant professional vandals is now pillaging the country and laying it waste. Their vandalism is not called by that name…
Nature walk on concrete
by Amy Carpenter-LeugsEditor’s note: Each Thursday, we feature a throwback piece from Topology’s predecessor, catapult magazine. In this essay from 2004, Amy Carpenter-Leugs reflects on the notion…
You rich people
by the daily asteriskNow listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you. Your wealth has rotted, and moths have…