Author Archives: Theodora Goss

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 →

An Interesting Question by Theodora Goss My mind scurries and scurries around like a squirrel in a cage. Stop it, I say. Stay still for a moment. Don’t you realize that you are the cage as well as the squirrel? … Continue reading →

My Winter Garden by Theodora Goss This winter, I decided to grow icicles. They bloom in whorls and curls, intricate shapes like seashells or ice roses. They glitter in the gray light of winter like the spires of the Snow … Continue reading →

The Poet and the Poem by Theodora Goss The Emily we remember is not Emily, who gathered apples before they could fall from the tree to lie rotting on the grass, where bees would feast on their sweetness. Not the … Continue reading →

The King of the Lake by Theodora Goss It was time for the Great Blue Heron’s toilette: mid-afternoon, when light fell over the lake sideways and the sun, still golden, shone with the intensity of midsummer although autumn, announced by … Continue reading →