Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Photograph by Theodora Goss Forgive me, he said, for sending you a picture of myself. But there, you see, in the background are some interesting hills, and on the lake there is a heron as blue as the lake. … Continue reading →

Wild Heart by Theodora Goss Wild heart, why do you lament? The autumn winds blow cold, and leaves lie on the pavement in heaps of crimson and gold. The river sleeps under panes of ice, the grass on its banks … Continue reading →