Author Archives: Theodora Goss

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 →

The Mulberry Trees by Theodora Goss My daughter and I found two mulberry trees growing beside the path: one purple, one white. When I was a child, I said, on my way to elementary school, I used to walk by … Continue reading →

Poem in Triple Time by Theodora Goss Loneliness and I were dancing hand in hand to the stately measures of a sarabande. He bowed to me and said, my lady, sweet and fair, may I take you to my castle … Continue reading →

The Egg in Twelve Scenes by Theodora Goss I. The egg was immaculate. I made certain to keep the egg immaculate. He could not fault me for being a bad housekeeper. II. He said, I’m going to marry one of … Continue reading →