Author Archives: Theodora Goss

In the Vitrine

In the Vitrine by Theodora Goss I gave you myself, and you set me on the shelf where you put all your precious things, your father’s watch, your mother’s wedding and engagement rings, the figurines of Harlequin and Columbine from … Continue reading

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The Photographer

The Photographer by Theodora Goss The photographer bought a hut on the estate of the viscounts of Almansa from the doctor, the grandson of the old viscount, a hut that had for centuries been for the shepherds and their sheep. … Continue reading

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The Thief

The Thief by Theodora Goss It happened on a Tuesday. She stole away from her respectable self, the self with duties, responsibilities. Slouching, she slunk like a common criminal through back streets, to a cafĂ© she had seen the week … Continue reading

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What Galatea Said

What Galatea Said by Theodora Goss You made me, breast and thigh, the curves of my belly. Out of marble you selected yourself from a quarry in the mountains outside the city of Carrara, the color of bleached linen or … Continue reading

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Spring Poem

Spring Poem by Theodora Goss It was spring. All the birds were building their nests and I had no nest. They were settling down and finding a place to rest and I had no place to rest, or to lay … Continue reading

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To Be a Woman

To Be a Woman by Theodora Goss To be a woman is to be always holding the tears of others, the fears, the dreams and hopes and desires of others, as a jar holds water. There are days on which … Continue reading

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The Bat-Woman

The Bat-Woman by Theodora Goss She lives in the darkness of the cave. She hangs upside down by her toes, she clutches a fissure in the rock, the long nails of her toes hanging on, the rest of her hanging … Continue reading

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