Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Poem by Theodora Goss I had my list. At the top it said To Do and the date. It was organized so neatly, with all the items prioritized, with all I had to do presented so clearly, completely. I … Continue reading →

The Life I Wanted by Theodora Goss One day I took the life I wanted and bit into it. It had been sitting in a blue ceramic bowl of other lives, some red, some yellow, some green — I thought … Continue reading →

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 →