Monthly Archives: January 2020

Autumn by Theodora Goss The leaves are falling and falling, and you are gone. I lie alone while the sky fills up with darkness like a cup. Moonlight spills on the white pillow where you used to lie. An owl … Continue reading →

Furnishing My Grave by Theodora Goss Here are the things I want in my tomb: a cornstraw broom so my soul can fly to the moon and back, a small black stone polished until it shines like a mirror to … Continue reading →

A Cold Morning by Theodora Goss It was the sort of morning when cold got into my bones. Outside, the snow would not melt until March, probably. It lay on the porch like a thin layer of frosting topped with … Continue reading →