Monthly Archives: August 2018

Thoughts While Sitting on Top of a Cliff in Ireland by Theodora Goss The sea below me is furling and unfurling like a banner. I wonder whose banner it is, whose standard is so blue. There is a yellow flower … Continue reading →

An Important Question by Theodora Goss When she decides to drop her eyes instead of looking back at him, a refusal rather than a return of attention, is she perhaps missing the chance to change her life, to find whatever … Continue reading →