Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Autumn

Autumn by Theodora Goss The leaves are falling and falling, and you are gone. I lie alone while the sky fills up with darkness like a cup. Moonlight spills on the white pillow where you used to lie. An owl … Continue reading

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Furnishing My Grave

Furnishing My Grave by Theodora Goss Here are the things I want in my tomb: a cornstraw broom so my soul can fly to the moon and back, a small black stone polished until it shines like a mirror to … Continue reading

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A Cold Morning

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

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Your House

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

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The Mountain

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

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Eurydice

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

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The Resolution

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

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