Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Advice to a Daughter by Theodora Goss The moon’s the mistress for you: bind up your long brown hair, and enter into her workshop, and learn her dark technique. Learn to alter and falter and fatten, week to week; learn … Continue reading →

Guinevere in Prison by Theodora Goss She clasped her hands, and she unclasped her hands. She stood up, and she sat back down again. She sighed and pushed back copper-colored strands of hair, and sighed and listened to the rain. … Continue reading →

In the Snow Queen’s Castle by Theodora Goss I. Kay Kay waits in the castle of ice, sitting at the center of a lake made of ice, surrounded by the pieces of a puzzle also made of ice — everything … Continue reading →

Rapunzel by Theodora Goss When she learns her history, when she is told by the vindictive witch that her mother sold her for a mess of rampions, she will cut off her hair, the long gold strands lying in her … Continue reading →

The Bear’s Wife by Theodora Goss I went to the bear’s house reluctantly: my father would have a pension for his old age, my mother a pantry filled with food for winter. My brothers would go to school, my little … Continue reading →

The Marshes by Theodora Goss The marshes call, the marshes so wild, all yellow under the moon, and the small green frogs raise their heads from the slime to croak a beckoning tune. The marshes call with a sibilant voice, … Continue reading →

Why I Write Poetry by Theodora Goss If I didn’t commit this crime of putting words on paper one after the other that either do or do not rhyme, that have a surreptitious rhythm and make a kind of sense … Continue reading →