Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Easter Monday by Theodora Goss In the city that has not been bombed, there are people walking. Some of them are clearly lovers, some of them are just as clearly families or friends — you can tell from the way … Continue reading →

The Princess and the Peas by Theodora Goss It was raining. It had been raining for four days and you were as wet as a wet pig, as your mother would say. Water was dripping from your hair down to … Continue reading →

The Poem by Theodora Goss I had my list. At the top it said To Do and the date. It was organized so neatly, with all the items prioritized, with all I had to do presented so clearly, completely. I … Continue reading →

The Life I Wanted by Theodora Goss One day I took the life I wanted and bit into it. It had been sitting in a blue ceramic bowl of other lives, some red, some yellow, some green — I thought … Continue reading →

Solstice Night: For My Daughter by Theodora Goss I imagine them meeting in the forest, the new year and the old. The old year is the age I will be, my dear, when you insist on holding my hand as … Continue reading →

The House of Night by Theodora Goss I dreamed that I was walking through the house of night, shadows behind each pillar, the ceiling above in shadow, a full moon visible from every window, the curtains open to darkness, and … Continue reading →

Painting of Trees in Moonlight by Theodora Goss I am painting the trees. For whom am I painting the trees? The trees say, this is for us. It is our portrait. The moon says, you are painting the trees in … Continue reading →