Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Princess and the Frog by Theodora Goss I threw the ball into the water. The frog came out and followed after, bringing me the golden ball — which I did not want at all, at all. Princess, he said, … Continue reading →

Spring Song by Theodora Goss Slowly the willow has turned to silver, slowly, slowly, over the town, a shadow has crept — the hint of the season, the green-gauze hem of Spring’s wild gown. Slowly the river begins to murmur, … Continue reading →

Binnorie by Theodora Goss What is it about being made into a harp, your bones as smooth as poplar, about being strung with your own hair, golden or black or brown, that presents such an appropriate allegory for being a … Continue reading →

The Ballet by Theodora Goss Sometimes I think that life is a ballet in which I am performing for the first time without rehearsals or any advanced notice of what I’m supposed to be dancing. No one told me: Am … Continue reading →

Question and Answer by Theodora Goss When I’m not at all sure why I’m doing what I do, I ask my Lady, and she says, because I told you to. Just as I tell the crocuses to push up out … Continue reading →

The Snowdrops by Theodora Goss I’m bringing you a message: That the snowdrops are worth listening to, and if you listen carefully, you can hear them, but you must get down on your knees, head low to the ground, as … Continue reading →

An Education by Theodora Goss I was sent to school with witches, and I learned the spells they speak in a sharp gray mouse’s squeak while making nine black stitches. For their spells require small things: the voice of the … Continue reading →