Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Blasted Willow by Theodora Goss Several years ago, the willow by the pond of the Hall’s Pond Nature Preserve was struck by lightning. It split in two, one half fallen into the water, the other still standing, its trunk … Continue reading →

The Broadleaf Arrowhead (or Duck-Potato) by Theodora Goss Oh beautiful! Beside the footbridge, growing out of the water, are the large green leaves of a plant called broadleaf arrowhead or duck-potato. Among them, from the water, rise green stems called … Continue reading →

How to Create a Monster by Theodora Goss First you must learn how to sew. He had never learned, you see — no, not he, the mad-for-science boy, for whom I was just another pretty toy, his Elizabeth, his Liz, … Continue reading →

The Poet Dreams of Blodeuwedd for Francis Ledwidge (1887-1917) He dreamed of her, the woman made of flowers, someplace near Ypres, beneath the bombs. She walked in trenches that were also tombs and like a linnet sang through endless hours … Continue reading →

Let Them Say by Theodora Goss Let them say of me that I loved beauty, whether in the smallest things — spider webs on which the raindrops hung like crystal from a chandelier, the polychrome velvet of butterfly wings, or … Continue reading →

Some Books by Theodora Goss There are some books I return to again and again, the way I return to a beloved house where I was a child cutting out paper dolls I had drawn myself, creating their elaborate outfits … Continue reading →

I’m Going to Die of Something by Theodora Goss First they told you to eat fish, because it was good for you. Fish was brain food, blood vessel food, food for the soul, like the ocean in a fillet. Then … Continue reading →