Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Rhododendrons by Theodora Goss This morning I decided to wear a purple dress so I would resemble one of the rhododendrons.  Oh wind in the bushes, I noticed you dancing with their purple blossoms. I’m ready too, anytime you … Continue reading →

The Elf King’s Daughter by Theodora Goss It is the Elf King’s daughter, with the leaf-light in her eyes, that greenish twilight beneath the beech boughs where only the hum of flies disturbs the lilies of the valley and ferns … Continue reading →

The Bug: An Epitaph by Theodora Goss I feel as though I should write a poem to the bug I flushed down the toilet who had so many legs so many and whom if I were being more romantic or … Continue reading →

The Princess and the Frog by Theodora Goss I threw the ball into the water. The frog came out and followed after, bringing me the golden ball — which I did not want at all, at all. Princess, he said, … Continue reading →