Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Solstice Night: For My Daughter by Theodora Goss I imagine them meeting in the forest, the new year and the old. The old year is the age I will be, my dear, when you insist on holding my hand as … Continue reading →

The House of Night by Theodora Goss I dreamed that I was walking through the house of night, shadows behind each pillar, the ceiling above in shadow, a full moon visible from every window, the curtains open to darkness, and … Continue reading →

Painting of Trees in Moonlight by Theodora Goss I am painting the trees. For whom am I painting the trees? The trees say, this is for us. It is our portrait. The moon says, you are painting the trees in … Continue reading →

When You Have Lost Yourself by Theodora Goss It takes a while to find yourself again after you lost yourself in the dark forest, accidentally letting go of your hand, losing sight of yourself. “Where did she go?” you ask … Continue reading →

The Archaeologist by Theodora Goss Someday, a thousand years from now, an archaeologist will find your skull and say, he must have been a handsome man, this denizen of the primitive twenty-first century, before humanity had sailed across the black … Continue reading →

The Oak Trees by Theodora Goss The oak trees clung to the edge of the cliff or perhaps the cliff clung to the oak trees. They were small, stubby oaks with the typical lobed leaves of Quercus robur, rounded at … Continue reading →

Budapest, August 20, 2021 by Theodora Goss The fireworks reached their fingers over the tops of the buildings, making jazz hands against the velvet curtains of the night, red and green and white, consummate performers accompanied by a sound like … Continue reading →