Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Changeling by Theodora Goss What do you do? He wore his leather jacket to school, pulled the fire alarm, felt up one of the nuns. Detention was a time to draw rocket ships or race cars. He liked things … Continue reading →

Beauty to the Beast by Theodora Goss When I dare walk in fields, barefoot and tender, trace thorns with my finger, swallow amber, crawl into the badger’s chamber, comb lightning’s loose hair in a crashing storm, walk in a wolf’s … Continue reading →

Philomela by Theodora Goss Where did Philomela, raped and mute, find the threads to weave a tapestry, imprisoned as she was in a tower, in the forest of Thrace, you ask me. And I answer, the trees bent their branches … Continue reading →

As I Was Walking by Theodora Goss I met, as I was walking, nature, my mother’s mother, beside the cold gray waters of an undulating sea, like granite filled with motion, like silk the hue of gravel, whose veins of … Continue reading →

The Sorceress in the Tower by Theodora Goss You’re speaking to me, and you don’t know, you can’t see, that I’m very far away. Deep in the forest there is a tower surrounded by a high wall, and in that … Continue reading →

Swan Girls by Theodora Goss They are so lovely, the wild swan girls: white wings and absence . . . 1. How to recognize a swan girl. She will have delicate wrists. You will be able to circle her wrists … Continue reading →

The Red Shoes by Theodora Goss There are days when I too want to cut off my feet. Days on which I desire too much, on which I am filled with longing for what I don’t have, and may never. … Continue reading →