Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Dragons by Theodora Goss One day, the dragons came. It was on a Tuesday, she remembers. It was the sort of thing that would happen on a Tuesday, which is an unsatisfying sort of day, not the beginning of … Continue reading →

Hungarian Songs by Theodora Goss I want to tell a story about the hills that Hungarians call mountains known as the Mátra, which is a mountain range or a ridge of hills, depending on where you come from, and a … Continue reading →

The Headless Jesus by Theodora Goss There was a tomb in the Fiume Road Cemetery in Budapest, on which a headless Jesus sat between two angels holding up their arms to Heaven as though they too were wondering where his … Continue reading →

Little Apples by Theodora Goss I gathered the little apples even though the wasps told me the apples were theirs. They would alight on an apple, a ripe one of course, and suck out its sweetness. Under the tree, the … Continue reading →

Sorrow Song by Theodora Goss Sorrow, Sorrow, come to me, comb my hair, lay out the dress I planned to wear. Let it be my wedding dress or my shroud. Luckily, white linen does not fade. Walk with me, hand … Continue reading →

The Pond Beneath the Willows by Theodora Goss I found a secret pond beneath the willows where the ground was carpeted with creeping charlie. Reeds grew around it, and in the lake beyond were the leaves, floating on the water, … Continue reading →

Theoretical Physics by Theodora Goss Maybe gravity is how the Earth loves us, holding on to us, bringing us back to her no matter how high we jump or fly, like a careful mother with her arms stretched out, always … Continue reading →