Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Sound of Rain by Theodora Goss Is there anything as beautiful as the sound of rain when you are tucked safe and warm and fed into a comfortable bed with roses on the counterpane, while through the window comes … Continue reading →

A Taxonomy of Storms by Theodora Goss You tell me there are seven kinds of storms. Rainstorms that come in autumn, soaking the leaves which have fallen, red and gold, on the city sidewalks, running down the gutters and into … Continue reading →

Tell Me Your Name by Theodora Goss Tell me your first name. Tell me your last name, the one your father gave you, your patronymic. Tell me your middle name, the one you don’t like, which was also your grandfather’s … Continue reading →

The Thieves by Theodora Goss If you will steal for me the stars, my love, I’ll stitch them randomly on my coat of night, where they will glitter like a hundred eyes. And I will steal for you the grinning … Continue reading →

Bal Macabre by Theodora Goss Death, playing a mandolin, asked when I would begin to join, with Hope and Love, the mad pavane. They turned in velvet tails, while antiquated veils fluttered like wisps of peacock-colored lawn. I did a … Continue reading →

Morning Song by Theodora Goss Let us away. The break of day should find us gone, and in our stead an empty bed will greet the dawn. Meanwhile we’ll be beneath a tree where woodbine twines, upon the grass as … Continue reading →

The Art of Loss by Theodora Goss I think I’m going to practice losing things. I’ll start with smaller things like the grocery list, my glasses, that cup of tea I’m almost sure I put down somewhere in the living … Continue reading →