Author Archives: Theodora Goss

September Afternoon by Theodora Goss I cannot explain the glory of this world. There are no words adequate, no adjectives that would suffice — beauty, splendor, wonder — none sufficient to make you stop and rejoice, to throw up your … Continue reading →

A Trip to the Seashore by Theodora Goss You said the waves must love the strand: look how they reach for her, ceaselessly, ceaselessly stretching their hands, as though perhaps this time they might capture her in their translucent green … Continue reading →

The Wildflower Garden by Theodora Goss There is a bee busy in the purple tuft of the knapweed, perfectly happy — like me, actually, hidden among the Queen Anne’s lace and goldenrod, sitting and therefore as small as a child, … Continue reading →

The People Who Keep to the Paths by Theodora Goss There are people in Kensington Gardens who keep to the paths, walking straight, one foot in front of the other, like soldiers, upright, respectable. They are all, I am certain, … Continue reading →

Evening Song by Theodora Goss Lady, take me in your arms as my mother used to do, and let us sail together in a boat for just us two upon the stormy seas — but you can calm them with … Continue reading →

The World After by Theodora Goss After the last airplane has flown, the last car stands idle on the empty highways, the lights have gone out in all the high-rises, the traders no longer call on the floor of the … Continue reading →

Bridget by Theodora Goss Bridget is walking beneath the trees because spring has come. The small birds flying around her head burst into song. As she passes, the roses bloom, the pink dog roses that nod and sway as the … Continue reading →