Author Archives: Theodora Goss

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 →

The Beech Trees by Theodora Goss I was sitting among beech trees, older than me, older than the houses around the perimeter of the park, with lace curtain, walls of mellow brick dating from the last century, but the beech … Continue reading →

The Fairies’ Gifts by Theodora Goss The fairies came to my christening. They were not invited — my family, not being royalty, did not know any fairies personally. They just showed up, as fairies do sometimes. One was older, about … Continue reading →

Guinevere and Lancelot by Theodora Goss I did not know a love like this was possible, said Guinevere to Lancelot. It will bring down the kingdom and the king, it will consume everything. Lancelot replied with a sorrowful look, putting … Continue reading →