Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Thoughts in the Roman Baths by Theodora Goss In the city of Aqua Sulis, presided over by Minerva of the Waters, in a corner, carved into stone predating the Roman city, are three mysterious figures, a triple deity, the goddess … Continue reading →

Little English Houses by Theodora Goss Little English houses, red and white, white and red. Somewhere a good child is laying her head on a linen pillow, and hollyhocks bloom all across the linen, all around her room, climbing up … Continue reading →

What the Oak Tree Said by Theodora Goss I have not written a poem in a long time, she said. Why not now? said the oak tree. She sat among its roots, which spread out over the grass. In their … Continue reading →

Lucy Strange by Theodora Goss Lucy Strange went up to town wearing a raincoat over her nightgown, carrying a lantern, leading a goat — she went first by train and then by boat. She put the lantern on her head. … Continue reading →

Wild Geese by Theodora Goss The cries of the wild geese are spring, are returning warmth and growth and light, are the promise of apples ripening on the branch and crickets singing in the summer night, are hope in flight. … Continue reading →

The Dictator Fears Death by Theodora Goss He tried to put his name on bridges, tunnels, terminals, in gilded letters carved into the stone of monuments, insisted he alone could build the country, could construct the future, that his fame … Continue reading →

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List by Theodora Goss Check on the frogs in the pond, especially the one with the crooked leg, who can’t hop as far as the others. Ask them how they are doing, whether the dragonflies … Continue reading →