Author Archives: Theodora Goss

On the Recent War by Theodora Goss Every child that died on either side was a song that will never be sung, a dance that will never be danced, a story that will never be told or written, a painting … Continue reading →

Pigeons and Peacocks by Theodora Goss I dreamed of a strange bird that looked like a pigeon, white and brown, but toward the back it had some feathers that were blue and green, iridescent, and its tail had the telltale … Continue reading →

How To Survive by Theodora Goss In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy. –Lorna Simpson In a dream you saw a way to survive the drowning, the death by arsenic, by lightning, … Continue reading →

Like a Caterpillar by Theodora Goss I would like to transform into a strange animal — unclassifiable, a headache for Linnaeus and his progeny. I would like to be green, furred, perhaps segmented, like a long caterpillar with rows of … Continue reading →

This Poem Is About Cake by Theodora Goss If I didn’t care what the world thought, I would eat all the cake. What cake? I don’t know, any cake. Every cake. All the cake ever. But no, I mean what … Continue reading →

Old Hungarian Women by Theodora Goss I see them sometimes, walking along the street, pulling wheeled shopping baskets behind them, or standing in the doorways of apartment houses, talking to one another. They wear scarves on their heads, or hats … Continue reading →

Portrait of a Lady by Theodora Goss She sits on a stone bench in the city park, under a bush of pink roses, probably something like Maiden’s Blush, because they have so many petals — you know the kind I … Continue reading →