Author Archives: Theodora Goss

A Cold Morning by Theodora Goss It was the sort of morning when cold got into my bones. Outside, the snow would not melt until March, probably. It lay on the porch like a thin layer of frosting topped with … Continue reading →

Your House by Theodora Goss One day, it may be time to dismantle your house. Yes, the one you built so carefully of brick, remembering the third pig in the fairy tale, to be storm-proof and wolf-proof, to stand for … Continue reading →

The Mountain by Theodora Goss Has anyone ever told you that the changing expressions on your face are like the weather on a mountain? Sometimes sunlit, but more often veiled in clouds, always mysterious, like fog moving among pine trees, … Continue reading →

Eurydice by Theodora Goss If you were in hell, for the sin of eating pomegranates or something equally nonsensical, I would go down myself into Hades’ stagnant realm, passing Cerberus, tossing him a biscuit, and have a talk with Persephone. … Continue reading →

The Resolution by Theodora Goss Let him go, let him go, cried the white dove, let him go, let him go, cried the brown. Let him fly to the wide blue sky and circle over the town. Let him wing … Continue reading →

The Waltz by Theodora Goss I am dancing with your shadow in perfect three-four time, while violins are playing a cacophonous, sublime waltz that sounds like caterwauling, and the constellations chime. He has eyes like flecks of silver in a … Continue reading →

What the Queen Said by Theodora Goss One night when the waves were whispering on the rocks of the shore, and the moon was spreading her wings of cloud, I stood at my window and touched an alba rose, then … Continue reading →