Author Archives: Theodora Goss

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 →

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 →